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MonsieurMont
End of October
I am in my old aristocratic house in the small medieval village somewhere in the north of Italy. I woke up not long ago and i am looking out of the window in a magnificent early morning autumn landscape as the mist starts to vanish defeated from the first warm rays of the morning star. The house is surrounded by vineyards which at at this time of the year become living sculptures of gold. Little dew diamond drops try without success to hold themselves on the leaves but slowly find their way to the already sodden earth.
Somewhere further, hardly distinguishable through the brume , some of the villagers in the company of their special trained dogs enter the woods of the surrounding hills in search of black truffles.
I am sitting on a leather armchair made hundreds of years ago by a master upholsterer in Florence. The leather is smooth like velvet from the daily use and the patina reflects the sunlight which penetrates the dark library from the high windows. The ancient library around me is partially covered in long shades and emanates the relaxing, comforting and well known scent of old books and oak. I wear my favourite tweed jacket and warm flannel grey pants, a fine monogrammed grid check shirt and a tie with a perfect double windsor knot. A pair of brown leather Edward Green shoes and the small golden pinky signet ring completes the picture. On the small mahogany tea table next to my armchair the Odyssey remained open in the 12th rapsody exactly as i left it the night before. Next to the book an empty glass of the finest Brunello di Montalcino produced with a lot of love and unmatched skill by my friend Annibale.
My dog enters the room slowly and in absolute silence, just like a cat would walk, and lies down to my feet.
I am holding a small cup of fresh made espresso on one hand and petting my best friend's head with the other. In exchange for the treat he licks my hand and starts wagging his tail.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and think how wonderful life can be. For a a few seconds that seem like an eternity i am the happiest person ever born on the face of the earth.
10/10
Somewhere further, hardly distinguishable through the brume , some of the villagers in the company of their special trained dogs enter the woods of the surrounding hills in search of black truffles.
I am sitting on a leather armchair made hundreds of years ago by a master upholsterer in Florence. The leather is smooth like velvet from the daily use and the patina reflects the sunlight which penetrates the dark library from the high windows. The ancient library around me is partially covered in long shades and emanates the relaxing, comforting and well known scent of old books and oak. I wear my favourite tweed jacket and warm flannel grey pants, a fine monogrammed grid check shirt and a tie with a perfect double windsor knot. A pair of brown leather Edward Green shoes and the small golden pinky signet ring completes the picture. On the small mahogany tea table next to my armchair the Odyssey remained open in the 12th rapsody exactly as i left it the night before. Next to the book an empty glass of the finest Brunello di Montalcino produced with a lot of love and unmatched skill by my friend Annibale.
My dog enters the room slowly and in absolute silence, just like a cat would walk, and lies down to my feet.
I am holding a small cup of fresh made espresso on one hand and petting my best friend's head with the other. In exchange for the treat he licks my hand and starts wagging his tail.
I take a deep breath, close my eyes and think how wonderful life can be. For a a few seconds that seem like an eternity i am the happiest person ever born on the face of the earth.
10/10
Ohhh Montana
I guess that at some point we all came across a scent that made us a massive impression and initiated our interest in perfumery.
It doesn't necessarily had to be the first one we have worn or smelled.
Since my childhood i have been secretly sniffing my father's perfumes and at some point started wearing them.
Although i liked all of them it was another perfume that blowed me away and made me realise that i am really interested in perfumery.
This perfume was Montana Parfum d' Homme.
My story with Montana Parfum d' Homme began in the summer of 1989.
I was 14 y.o and my uncle came at my grandparent's house from abroad for his usual annual visit.
I was also spending a part of the summer vacations with my grandparents and i was looking forward to meet again my uncle who was, at that point of my life, the most interesting person I could think of.
Always dressed in magnificent clothes and shoes, wearing perfumes which you wouldn't get out of your mind, reading all kind of books, starting pseudo-philosophical discussions, playing tavli in the garden, describing the beautiful places he has visited while drinking coffee from tiny espresso cups and talking about, what else, women!
This special evening he had an appointment with his childhood friends.
In Greece that means you come back home in the morning (at best).
He went in the bathroom to prepare himself for the great exit and came out about an hour later.
I still remember how excited i felt when he came out of the bathroom walking through a cloud of magnificent smelling vapors which were coming over in waves. (He had used a Montana shower gel and then bathed in EdT).
It was the most beautiful, the most masculine perfume i have ever smelt in my life and probably still remains that way even if in the meantime I have come to appreciate a few more perfumes the way I appreciate Montana.
Years past by and i have forgotten about this perfume (name etc.).
It was 1995 or 1996 and I was a young student. On the way to the university i walked outside a new perfumery shop and the picture of this Ziggurat looking perfume cut my breath. There was it again after so many years before my eyes.
I went straight inside the shop wanting to take the bottle in my hands and smell the mythical perfume once more but received nothing less than a major disappointment as the lady who was working there informed me that the perfume was no more in production.
The years went by and one day, without any particular reason, I found myself thinking again of my teenager experience. It took me weeks of search on the internet till I could identify the perfume whose name was completely forgotten. I have finally managed to find a bottle and bought it without second thoughts.
My excitement the day the postman arrived was enormous.
I have opened the box very carefully, almost ceremonially. I have taken the bottle in my hands, looked at this piece of art (many think it is an ugly bottle, I think it is gorgeous) for a few long seconds and then slightly pushed the sprayer.
There it was again, the missing beauty!
I have made sure that I will never remain without enough of it for my next 10 lifetimes.
MM
10/10
It doesn't necessarily had to be the first one we have worn or smelled.
Since my childhood i have been secretly sniffing my father's perfumes and at some point started wearing them.
Although i liked all of them it was another perfume that blowed me away and made me realise that i am really interested in perfumery.
This perfume was Montana Parfum d' Homme.
My story with Montana Parfum d' Homme began in the summer of 1989.
I was 14 y.o and my uncle came at my grandparent's house from abroad for his usual annual visit.
I was also spending a part of the summer vacations with my grandparents and i was looking forward to meet again my uncle who was, at that point of my life, the most interesting person I could think of.
Always dressed in magnificent clothes and shoes, wearing perfumes which you wouldn't get out of your mind, reading all kind of books, starting pseudo-philosophical discussions, playing tavli in the garden, describing the beautiful places he has visited while drinking coffee from tiny espresso cups and talking about, what else, women!
This special evening he had an appointment with his childhood friends.
In Greece that means you come back home in the morning (at best).
He went in the bathroom to prepare himself for the great exit and came out about an hour later.
I still remember how excited i felt when he came out of the bathroom walking through a cloud of magnificent smelling vapors which were coming over in waves. (He had used a Montana shower gel and then bathed in EdT).
It was the most beautiful, the most masculine perfume i have ever smelt in my life and probably still remains that way even if in the meantime I have come to appreciate a few more perfumes the way I appreciate Montana.
Years past by and i have forgotten about this perfume (name etc.).
It was 1995 or 1996 and I was a young student. On the way to the university i walked outside a new perfumery shop and the picture of this Ziggurat looking perfume cut my breath. There was it again after so many years before my eyes.
I went straight inside the shop wanting to take the bottle in my hands and smell the mythical perfume once more but received nothing less than a major disappointment as the lady who was working there informed me that the perfume was no more in production.
The years went by and one day, without any particular reason, I found myself thinking again of my teenager experience. It took me weeks of search on the internet till I could identify the perfume whose name was completely forgotten. I have finally managed to find a bottle and bought it without second thoughts.
My excitement the day the postman arrived was enormous.
I have opened the box very carefully, almost ceremonially. I have taken the bottle in my hands, looked at this piece of art (many think it is an ugly bottle, I think it is gorgeous) for a few long seconds and then slightly pushed the sprayer.
There it was again, the missing beauty!
I have made sure that I will never remain without enough of it for my next 10 lifetimes.
MM
10/10
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Elegance
Unfortunately I cannot understand the descriptions like morbid, gloomy etc.
There is hardly another perfume with such elegance, class and seductive power as this one. The perfect perfume for gentlemen
The rose is from another world, exotic, magical, wonderful. The combination with incense and the subtle notes of tobacco and cypress is a masterpiece of perfumery.
Yes, it is not a perfume for everyone, completely d' accord. The sweet rose can disturb "many noses" especially if someone is not much experimented in this field.
For me this perfume is unique and on the way to dethrone Montana perfume d' Homme as the most used.
MM
There is hardly another perfume with such elegance, class and seductive power as this one. The perfect perfume for gentlemen
The rose is from another world, exotic, magical, wonderful. The combination with incense and the subtle notes of tobacco and cypress is a masterpiece of perfumery.
Yes, it is not a perfume for everyone, completely d' accord. The sweet rose can disturb "many noses" especially if someone is not much experimented in this field.
For me this perfume is unique and on the way to dethrone Montana perfume d' Homme as the most used.
MM
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