Hajuvana

It's basically a finished product featuring the novel accord showcased in EdM Bleue. The white florals appear uncommonly soft, almost nutty.

Way ahead of its era — a minimalist, single-note flagship masculine from 1981. Feels a bit like an elevated take on going fragrance-free.

A sleek, citrus-laced green chypre — iconic and effortlessly genderless.

At first, band-aids and root beer. Shortly after, a refined take on 212 Men, cloaked in smoke.

Like I imagined, it smells like expensive version of cheap. Don't judge it by its topnotes, though. The drydown surpasses most of its kin.