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it sounded from the mouth of my acquaintance, after I had made a common nap with my AmBulldog lady. The whole 4 hours since I had created this almost perfect masterpiece. What a scent! Best opening I've ever had. Damn masculine, charming and very sexy. Actually, this one should be called Duro. A scent like foreplay. Crackling tension, wild fantasies. But never obtrusive, but very intimate but with a clear concern. With ulterior motives. A seamless harmony between "I want you right now" and "let's get the most out of it". Yes, there are certain similarities to my favourite fragrance Voyage dHermes, but this fragrance takes me off the right forest path through the thicket to a brilliant, insatiable nymph that awaits me there. My first Kurkdijan, and certainly not my last...

Strongly impressive, clenched smokey leather classic that can grip hard but always remains polite and charming. Absolute masterpiece of fragrance architecture!

At first, the smoke reminded me of Encre Noir. The undertones and accents of herbs and sweet, fortunately subtly held raspberry wrapped in an expensive leather jacket introduce an incredibly elegant yet filigree fragrance. One can already guess after a few minutes full of fore fires that something spectacular is going to happen on the skin here. Few aromas, so skillfully melanged and individually very clearly recognizable, rarely experienced. An absolute must. This belongs in every collection!

we weren't just students. But this scent has done the rest. At that time a roommate had a bottle on which we poor students were allowed to serve us before every party night. And so it came that in the beginning of the 20's we mostly pulled a huge Fahrenheit cloud behind us in packs of 5. And so this harsh and dark classic was chosen as our definitive club fragrance. We felt more masculine, more mature and more sublime. Ideal conditions for a successful celebration night. Now I wear it mostly in winter. Every time I put it on, memories of wild and drunken nights come up. But now the scent has changed together with me. He, too, has matured and repelled his horns. A kind of Rolling Stone of the present...

Planned were: 1 week Hamburg and in the direct connection with the airplane into the Marche region, the heart of Italy. Actually I wanted to wait until the Duty Free Shop. Actually. It came how it had to come. Great summer weather, a holiday mood and a small perfumery in the Hanseatic city added a surprising element to my trip: Azzaro Chrome. I'd already heard from him. I tested him without too many expectations. His spray cooled the surface of my hand. Suddenly he contacted me: "Well, finally you have discovered me! I'm going with you! When do we start? Of course we can make a jump on the way to my friends at the airport, I recommend you my holiday love Neroli Portofino. But all in confidence; -) And so it happened that Chrome, with his fresh and cool manner, cheated himself 2 Italian weeks before my other 5 fragrance companions and I, indulging in deep nostalgia, still like to apply him today. Very underrated, that little blue cheeky bastard.

this discreet masterpiece has manifested itself over the years in my scent memory and established itself as a long-standing companion. So natural, so warm, so unobtrusive and alive. Yes, he accepts me as I am, fits perfectly and flatteringly into every situation and every time of day. Like he's always been there, and like he's never been away. Like we've always known each other. He's anything but boring. He's so familiar and full of soul. I don't think you can like that smell. A journey through nature, the lightness of being, without being indifferent. On the contrary, he always fits in empathetically and is reliable. It awakens childhood memories, longings, dreams and great feelings. If I had to choose a fragrance that not only shapes me but also defines me, it would be this one. He doesn't want to change me and, with everything I hold sacred, I don't want to change him either. Please stay the way you are, forever! A toast to Ellena, for me this fragrance is the humble, earthy and natural quintessence of his creations. Bon voyage!