MrVegeta

For a long time, I thought about who I should dedicate my first comment to, and I was close to writing it for Santal 33, but it has to be for this legend. I owe it to her!

But first, a little background about me: I don’t have a super nose like some others and often only perceive an overall picture of a fragrance, at least until recently, because since I started to delve deeply into perfume, I feel that my nose has been “trained” and I’m slowly getting to grips with individual fragrance components. Also, I’m not a good writer, but everyone can judge that for themselves.

But let’s finally get to the legend!

It all started when I was about 13 or 14; a friend of my parents had the good Homme! as his signature scent, and so my parents thought it might suit me as well.
So I receive this beautifully wrapped gift and tear it open: “Oh, perfume, but pink? That looks pretty gay.”
Forgive my choice of words; I respect every possible sexuality and accept every person regardless of their orientation.
But at the age of 13, as a half-strong adolescent, 17 years ago, the world looked different, or rather, less informed.

Well, despite all my doubts about the color, I press the button and spray myself with a good 7 sprays (the only “perfume” I had until then was Axe body spray, and I naively assumed that every scent had this strength.)
I was quickly enlightened and was hypnotized by the power of this pink Eau de Toilette; it smelled “sooooo good.”
The sweetness, the fruitiness, this individuality-wow, no one smells like this, no one!
I received many compliments from my friends and especially from girls I found cute, and so it happened that the scent accompanied me as my signature until I was 23. Wow, what a time.

I don’t want to delve deeper into all this and would like to focus on the scent as an aspiring perfume expert:

Longevity back then was a good 10 hours on clothing until the next wash. Today, on my skin, it’s 6-7.
I’ve never measured sillage and projection, but my only competitors in clubs back then were Le Male and eventually One Million; the three of us were the kings.
Today, I can’t judge that well, but I once perceived the scent when I was a summer worker at VW, from an older colleague who drove a forklift; every time he zoomed through the corridors, the whole hall smelled of that left little water.

I don’t smell bergamot at all, but I do smell mandarin and lily of the valley; I only perceive cinnamon minimally. Tonka dominates the vanilla. I don’t know how fresh heliotrope smells, but that must be the component that gives Homme! its Homme! flavor, and yes, it’s extreme.
I can’t say much about the scent development; my nose is still too inexperienced or untrained. It smells the same to me from the opening to the dry-down.

I loved it, but unfortunately, I can’t smell it anymore; I’m just full. Nevertheless, it is a legend for me.
If you’re 16-18 and don’t know the scent yet, grab it, blind! Your affairs will love it.

So, dear community, I conclude my first comment and hope you’ll keep all the spelling mistakes. Every beginning is hard, and practice makes perfect, hopefully for my nose as well.