JamesBlond

The third Amouage that I was allowed to test and also this one is able to broaden the horizon.

Where Reflection Man still flatters the fan community of Dior Hommes and their somewhat chatty colleagues, Memoir Man heaps up memories and thus builds a bridge between past and present, Interlude Man clearly aims for Niesche.
Whoever wears this is either over 40 or has an ego that is second to none. Unfortunately, neither of these things applies to me. In closed rooms unbearable, in the fresh air one waits anxiously for the horn of the fire brigade and who wants to impress women with it can also bite off his toenails at the table in the restaurant.
So what's going wrong?
When you "ignite" Interlude Man, the cloud of smoke kills all synapses for the first time and the smoky, spicy leather/oud/wood accord will give western cleaners a feeling of burnt wood. Not like a nice campfire but rather pungent like the smell when you engrave something into the wood with a soldering iron.

But!
The whole thing actually lasts longer than most of the headlines I know, at some point there is still time to go and Interlude Man does it like no other.
The incense remains ever present and the pungent wood becomes more and more pleasant to smell until finally after felt 2 to 3 hours a sweetish smell catapults the complete fragrance in a completely new direction
The good old pipe.
Who knows the smell of pipes, knows that this has nothing to do with smoking, but with pleasure. Unfortunately, the pipe is a dying pleasure and by the smoking ban in closed rooms, the public an odour experience that most will be denied forever
My father-in-law has the great luck to own a pipe room and every time I enter the room, I am blown away
There are about 50 pipes, about 30 are routinely smoked, a showcase full of tobacco, what we do here with perfumes, he does with pipes and tobacco
The sweet vanilla tobacco, which transforms the otherwise cold smoke smell into a heavy, smoky aroma, is what makes Interlude Man so incredibly good. However, the Amouage does not smell like vanilla, thank God

Now I ask myself the question, when do I want to smell like this?
There is no occasion for the fragrance and for every occasion there is a better choice.
With 33 I simply cannot answer this question.
I remain fascinated by his intensity and how he transforms into something beautiful, but Interlude Man is a number too big and I am too shy to present him confidently to my fellow noses.
Nevertheless, I recommend it to anyone who gets the chance to test it. Surely there are some who will be reminded of their uncle's or grandpa's pipe by the scent and who has the necessary maturity will get for his money a H/S grenade.

I'd like to finally jump in the crossfire for the Dior Homme.
But first of all I agree with Allen here, he does not deserve his name! Whoever thought they should join the Dior Hommies should be fired. And that's it with the minus points and you shouldn't blame the fragrance itself.
You get an incredibly insignificant spicy woody men's scent. The vetiver is less pushed into the foreground here and contrary to the current trend, it doesn't smell as shaky
Then why shouldn't Bruno Banani fragrance or any other drugstore name be on the bottle?
It is his incredibly long lasting Sillage. My colleague had applied it a week ago, I myself had Menoir man on it, he had no chance
A little later in the course of the day our paths separated more often in the hospital and really no matter where I walked, it smelled of patchouli woody notes, up the corridor, back again, in the elevator, no matter where I was, it was almost always to sniff. He just put my Amouage in his pocket. When asked what he is wearing today (I know his favorites and none of them had this performance) he said some Dior Homme. Since I have already smelled up to the Intense Parfum I wanted to make him white that it should probably be more eu Sauvage, at least his ingredients read as his fragrance smells, but I should remain in the wrong. The next day he slapped the Empty Rehearsal on my table. Dior Homme...
I sprayed the little black bottle on my hand and except for a few sneezes nothing came out, what a duck...holy...there it was again. It really doesn't smell very exciting, but this little fart from the rest of the sample tickled my nose all day long.

We all have days when it's just inappropriate to pound on the poop, but for these days I wish I could smell like this in the future. The Dior is right at the top of my wish list and I can recommend it to everyone, go to the nearest store, a splash on the back of your hand and out again. He deserves to be a Dior and is worth his money.
Remember when your mother laid out your clothes, the stupid sweater might have caused laughter in the yard break, but haven't we learned to look at the inner values?

all day long he strolls clumsily through the coniferous dominated German forests in search of food, a woman BigFoot and the mystical people of whom the forest inhabitants claim to be furless monsters who attack their mushrooms in packs.
When he strolls through the branches, with his dew-soaked fur, there is always something of nature in it. Mostly it is resins, some moss and now and then some wild herbs. On the soles of his feet the warm, but always moist earth collects which was only rarely allowed to see the light of the sun and if so, only in winter. The branches of the bushes, which often bear under his weight, reveal their fresh, smooth, almost juicy wood and Paul gets hungry again.
Paul BigFoot, that's the name of the hairy, almost 30 year old protagonist of this little story here, thinks that he smells wonderful. His grooming takes almost the whole morning, but he doesn't mind, because every time he combs his coat, the familiar scent of his beloved home rises in his nose and he gets a tingling sensation. He will also set off again tomorrow, through the dense forests, almost untouched nature far from the city and its strangely flesh-coloured monsters. They would not understand each other... because you smell different than him and so everybody stays for himself and feels good, end of story!

Well, if you couldn't read what Encre Noir is all about, in summary, nature lovers will surely appreciate it and always find a reason to wear it while the soapy cleaners don't know when to wear it. To anyone who likes the direction, but the fragrance is still too herbaceous and distinctive, I can only recommend Bottega Veneta. He is suitable for the city and even the other monsters in suits and gelled hair like him quite well.
For me, Encre Noir takes a step further into nature and is neither too smoky nor too earthy.
It seems to me almost like a light summer scent that only its unbelievably spicy echo in the cinema would be completely out of place, but I like to go out, into the woods or to the water and from now on I always feel a little closer to nature than usual.
Unfortunately I am not unanimous with the durability stated here. I'll be off in five or six hours.
Can be tolerated, but in view of the spot price.

...my wife says and I understand what she means. She doesn't want to have a Christmas present^^
Welcome to my review and if you don't feel like a amateur nose story scrolls down to the fragrance description, because this is my annual highlight and financially my last one 2019.
In fact, the fragrance is my program. A first splash from the souk of Shuqush (many thanks for all the delicacies) and my nose made a time travel through my olfactory life.
When I was a little boy, maybe 8 years old, an older couple of doctors lived with us in the house. Always dressed in black, both had expensive BMW and Mercedes convertibles as two-seaters and leather gloves for sporty driving. They were reserved childless snobs, but always friendly and interesting for this story, they smelled like this perfume. You were almost killed by the smell when you walked past the apartment to play and it was disgusting. Anyway, back then, because today, hardly that I am half as old as the two of them back then, I understand the passion for the fragrance that you clearly had. To be mysterious to the lifestyle and not to be ashamed of luxury.

But what does it smell like now? And that's where the next memory comes in. If we leave out the spicy top note, you can reduce it to a headshop.
Yes I was young and yet old enough to know what it means not to buy everything online. A semi-stronger wannabe, 15 or 16 years old, and a peer pressure, I was regularly drawn to the city's headshops, of which there will probably only be a handful today, all of which have been turned up to modern clean youth. Vaporizer...
But at that time these shops were always dark, full of nippes, funny stoner clothes and lots of utensils that made every Kanabi consumer's heart go up.
And always, no matter which headshop you chose, it smelled like incense sticks, often lavender and tobacco.
In this respect one must agree with most here that the association is not far-fetched there. The heart note keeps what it promises and those who can't connect anything with it will find it hard to find Him.
My dilemma is, that I am always much younger appreciated, I dress accordingly youthfully and still have quite a lot of hair when I look around in my circle of friends^^
Nevertheless, I like scents around the 20 to 30 year old mostly make a bow and it can not smell dark and woody enough. Memoir one has bound me since the first moment and in the end it could only be a big bottle.
I hope I don't have to sleep outside.

But now to the fragrance description:
Above everything floats the lavender incense bomb. Very gloomy and mature. Basil and mint are perceptible, but not as intense as in the supermarket, where in the vegetable and fruit section you rub the said plants between your fingers as if you didn't know what it smells like now.
With Absinthe I think rather of the numerically superior varieties with anise, but at no time do I smell it and with the musk and sandalwood the memoir gets rather a sweet and sweet note, like high-quality rum or cognac.
Overall he is very masculine, gentlemanly but with plenty of experience. A strong moustache ala Magnum.
The shelf life is good, Sillage rather goes like this.
When a breeze blows it comes into its own again and again, I myself smell it all the time, my mistress only when she comes very close to me. That's completely okay, because the black one from Amouage is in my eyes clearly sneezy-heavy. Apart from the price, the fragrance is very memorable and certainly does not please everyone. Fish compliments you can confidently bend and your date would rather think of your father when she sniffs at you.

Conclusion: Memoir man from Amouage builds the bridge between man and man for me. With 33 I am perhaps not yet his booty scheme, but the heart wants what the nose does well and to me is anyway sausage what the others say.
A lot of perfumes increase your self-confidence, memoirs demand it. Those who are ashamed or insecure will not wear it for long, but if you let it, it will take you on a journey far away from the sheep herd Sauvage, le Male & Co. Nothing against these fragrances, I like them myself, but if you want to smell them differently you have to have courage or have this Arabic bottle in your collection.

Reflection One never belonged on my wish list, flowery-sweet not, oriental smells also not and most deterred me probably also the price which these Edelwässerchen claim for itself
When I ordered my last souk I wanted to broaden my horizon a little towards niche fragrances and give my dreary working life a little luxury.
Thank God!
Memoir Man I have tested, in the end I actually indulged and he still gets his rating as soon as the bottle upgrades my collection like a gemstone a pile of barbecue coal.
I tested Reflection a few days after Memoir and found that the two couldn't be more different.
Where the memoir surrounds you like a horde of bodyguards, Reflection keeps in the background like your shadow.
I feel the Sillage as bad, but only because he is so "quiet". It is not necessary to turn or nod your head to check if the scent is still there, it is! I see its field of application rather at advanced dates or events where you come quite close to each other, e.g. to whisper. Cinema, theatre or exhibitions, it would probably be wasted on work.
After 14 hours he smelled like new and a little more male on my clothes. With every cm from the source of spraying it becomes more portable for man and woman, so unisex.
My nose must be broken, too, because it doesn't smell flowery to me. Very sweet yes, but rather powdery. My girlfriend even asked me if I wore baby powder. Where am I supposed to get that from? Madam?
But two things would deter me from buying one.
1. Anyone who spends so much money on a perfume doesn't want to stay under the radar. Alternatives for a shy sweet everyday scent are like sand on the sea and much cheaper.
2. Personally, I miss the masculine touch. The "colleagues" from the Amouageschmiede read themselves almost all very masculine and spicy. The DNA here even reminds me of some vanilla-leather scents, but they all attract more attention. Who can spend Nieschensuftgeld wants to stand out from the crowd, or am I mistaken?

Without talking him out of order, Reflection smells wonderful and lasts a long time, but I would look elsewhere based on the price. Without spoilers, the Amouage Memoir I have already blown away the receptors at 1 spraying on and one would like to tip all other perfumes away, because for what do I still need them. Unfortunately I am poor and stingy, but I will have other Amouage souken