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We are sitting outside on a faux leather couch. The surface is slightly scuffed.
The day was warm, but now it's cool.
A group of people nearby.
Snatches of conversation drift over to us.
My nose picks up familiar smells. Sweet. Uncomplicated.
The area doesn't have the best reputation.
A braised whiff hangs in the air. Gentle. Biting.
We could be in Finland.
Or in Los Angeles.
I close my eyes. Hold on to the moment.
It's beautiful here. I feel at ease.

With a wonderful cologne, Wiener Blut knows how to enchant us for a few hours during the day. Florentine is of a gentle nature, fruity, bright and playful are attributes that come to my mind for this little work of art.
First we are taken into citric spheres, fine and transparent in the first minutes. Through the subsequent transition to a little more sharpness, Florentine gains in format. The fragrance takes its time for this and to my delight the allspice always plays out its qualities close to the skin. It is never tossed, only finely grated. It's nice that our companion retains its graceful nature during this phase
In the end I perceive Neroli. Otherwise this component quickly overtaxes me, but in this case the finest dosage was used and a warm, slightly Mediterranean aura is created. Airy and lively, the fragrance releases me into everyday life and I look forward to seeing it again.

There are simply the ideal days for a particular fragrance. Today, for example, was one such day: sun-drenched, filled with warmth, spring unfolds its splendour. 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 is in the air. Boss Sport is recommended on such days.

I think the unpretentious appearance of this fragrance is a boon. There's nothing fake here. Boss Sport serves up a spicy aromatic green spectrum that is both complex and transparent. The balancing act is successful throughout, even if the individual phases of the fragrance's development are quite different.

The freshness is moderate and pleasant. In the first few hours, a restrained sweetness that skilfully provides variety. Later, mossy aspects predominate, before the fragrance fades away in subtle bitterness.

1987, half an eternity ago. I wallow in nostalgia, which likes to transfigure things. And yet I dare to say that it was a great success at that time. Fresh, green, unagitatedly composed, binding in its statement. A coherent concept that still convinces me today. As if made for early spring days, when everything seems possible.

The eponymous Assenzio is more like a firecracker, but the opposite is the case here: this fragrance is characterized by an exceptionally beautiful softness throughout. Already the start is light, warm and nutty. After some time a very discreet, fruity and alcoholic grunton becomes noticeable. It's nice to see how restrained that was built in. Absinthe only gets through minimally and gives just the right twist. The longer the day, the more distinctive a warm woodiness becomes. The fragrance finally fades away on the skin, perfectly nuanced by a little tonka bean.

A great litter Borsari has succeeded here, for my feeling it is actually a well done, well balanced cologne. May my calls be heard and may a bottle find its place in my collection, perhaps even in a detour.

A very serious competitor comes from my personal favourite fragrance of Serge Lutens, the wonderful Gris Clair. The properties of lavender - certainly the leading building block here as well - were very similar. The appealing spectrum alternates between creamy-mild and light-clear. A particularly successful accent in the overall composition is set with turmeric. Comfort and a finely distinguished warmth caress the nose.
In a direct comparison it is noticeable that Godet's interpretation as a whole is a little more charming. Over long stretches, however, the sweetish bouquet is skillfully cushioned by a spicy pepper note. That is successful and pleasing. Only in the base Calme & Volupté flattens a bit to my regret, fruity aspects now come to the fore, everything seems a little arbitrary. If the fragrance pyramid hadn't taught me otherwise, my guess would have secretly gone in the direction of Neroli as the formative for the drydown.
This fragrance is very close to it, but in the end it doesn't make it to my senses to push Gris Clair from the throne.