Mustang69

In the first minutes, the anticipated punch is skillfully held in check by a perfected sweetness. This is wonderfully executed; however, to my regret, the fine balance quickly dissolves. A defining accord remains, which I would describe as smoky, oily, and tar-like. There’s also a hint of tobacco and rubber. This composition renders the experience relatively static; only with the passage of time does it become airier and a bit more differentiated. Bright notes of clove and allspice can now be discerned. Well-measured, this feels quite wearable to me and doesn’t seem as demanding as one is often led to believe. I find Beaufort or Sorcinelli to be significantly more uncompromising in their approach. Black Afgano may growl loudly, and for long stretches, it sounds quite threatening. But others really snap.

We are sitting outside, on a faux leather couch. The surface is slightly worn.
The day was warm, but now it is cool.
Nearby, a group of people.
Fragments of conversation drift over to us.
My nose perceives familiar scents. Sweet. Uncomplicated.
The area does not have the best reputation.
A charred hint lingers in the air. Gentle. Pungent.
We could be in Finland.
Or in Los Angeles.
I close my eyes. Hold on to the moment.
It is nice here. I feel comfortable.

Here I arrive
and pause
the door gently falls
into the
lock.

Now passed
fulfilled years
crumble in grace
like wilting flower cups.

In the murky light
my thoughts
quietly nestled
in undulating forests of seaweed.

Reality
only a reflection
deep below pumps
the heart full of lead.

A glance back
into laughing eyes
and then the step
the free
fall.

With a beautiful cologne, Wiener Blut knows how to enchant us for a few hours. Florentiner has a gentle nature; fruity, bright, and playful are attributes that come to mind for this little work of art.
At first, we are transported into citrus spheres, fine and transparent in the first minutes. The subsequent transition to a bit more sharpness gives Florentiner more character. The fragrance takes its time for this, and to my delight, the allspice always plays its qualities close to the skin. It is never overwhelming, just finely grated. It’s lovely that our companion retains its graceful nature during this phase.
In the dry down, I perceive neroli. Usually, this component overwhelms me quickly, but in this case, it has been dosed finely, creating a warm, slightly Mediterranean aura. Airy and elevated, the fragrance releases me back into everyday life, and I look forward to our reunion.

There are simply ideal days for a particular fragrance. Today, for example, was one of those: sun-drenched, filled with warmth, spring is unfolding its splendor. And yet, you can still feel the freshness of the season. The first half of the day is marked for hours by the coolness of the night. A hint lingers in the air. On such days, Boss Sport is recommended.

I find the unpretentious appearance of this fragrance to be a breath of fresh air. Nothing feels forced here. Boss Sport caters to a spicy aromatic, green spectrum that presents itself as multifaceted yet transparent. The balancing act is consistently successful, even if the individual phases of the fragrance development are quite distinct.

The freshness is moderate and pleasant. In the first hours, a restrained sweetness emerges, skillfully providing variety. Later, mossy aspects prevail before the fragrance fades into a subtle bitterness.

1987, that feels like an eternity ago. I indulge in nostalgia, which tends to romanticize many things. And yet, I dare to claim: That was a great hit back then. Fresh, green, composed without fuss, definitive in its statement. A coherent concept that still convinces me today. Perfectly suited for early spring days when everything seems possible.