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With Oud, it’s a bit of a dilemma. The ingredient has divisive qualities, the fragrance community is split between those who adore it and those who detest it. In this respect, the house of AdP has made a strong statement. Cautiously, the predominantly conservative clientele is introduced to the delicate Oud, the scent appears mysterious and dark, yet at no time does it come across as off-putting, unlike some other representatives of its kind.

As usual, the quality at AdP is on point. You can immediately tell that only high-quality ingredients have been used. CIO presents itself from the very beginning as pleasantly balanced, warm, and rounded. Associations with the bouquet of a fine red wine come to mind. The scent breathes on the skin, with no scratchiness, which is often the case with cheaper Ouds. I particularly enjoy the drydown, where the sweetness recedes a bit, leaving a clear, comforting wood note that brings joy for hours.

Those who have been skeptical about Oud fragrances should definitely give this one another try. Rarely has Oud shown itself to be so elegant and harmoniously balanced for its kind.

Today it would work. His infallible instinct told him that the moment was in his favor. Great luck was within reach, the signs pointed to victory. He just needed to be there.

With a perfect image of himself in mind, he slowly entered the casino hall: his hair immaculate, the suit tailored, a new fragrance freshly applied: “The Game,” the name said it all.

In eager anticipation, he approached the table. As if by magic, the ladies and gentlemen of the illustrious circle stepped aside and immediately recognized one of the free seats for him. Charisma, he thought to himself and smiled quietly. But here he was mistaken, and fate took its course.

Had he given more weight to the gazes of those present, he might have noticed that the polite stepping aside was less due to his charm and more to an unbearable, sweet top note that threatened to suffocate everyone in his immediate vicinity.

In the belief of certain victory, his bets increased and he felt the excitement in every fiber of his body. Everything was going according to plan. However, as the evening wore on, it became increasingly difficult for him to fully concentrate on the game. Something was different than usual. This cloying, heavy scent lingered in his nose. His throat was scratchy, and a constant urge to cough troubled him. The “noble woods” of “The Game” turned out to be a deception. Instead, a biting synthetic mixture ruled, slowly robbing him of his senses.

Now the tide had completely turned. Individual lapses became regular mistakes. His hope that “The Game” would soon dissipate was unfortunately disappointed. With merciless persistence, the base held on, and he was plagued by throbbing headaches. He only vaguely noticed as the croupier took his last chip. It was time for him to leave.

On the way out, he noticed some jingling coins in his pocket. Good enough for a few slot machines at the gaming hall by the train station, he thought. His fragrance, in any case, would surely be better received there than in the casino…

Whenever I wear Grey Vetiver, I always feel a sense of pleasant transcendence. This fragrance has the rare ability to transport me into a state of complete ecstasy.

The development of Grey Vetiver is absolutely straightforward, and that's a good thing. Immediately after a wonderfully refreshing opening, the scent is dominated by a vetiver note that is unmatched. In my opinion, a perfect symbiosis of tradition and modernity has been created here. The longevity of Grey Vetiver is wonderful, the scent pulses on the skin time and again, surrounding you with its magical veil.

The brittle sweet grass vetiver has been, like a diamond, cut and polished, resulting in something sublime. This fragrance is a gem!

Admittedly, getting up close and personal with this fragrance is not necessarily easy. At first, it comes across as almost off-putting in its roughness. Our senses seem too accustomed to the insipid, barely distinguishable products of modern times, tuned to uniform perception. But those who embrace the special charm of this scent will be rewarded with a reliable friend that knows how to present itself distinctly and stylishly.

The opening of Polo is spectacular, pouring forth the entire cornucopia. Smoky undertones, paired with spices, gradually add a dry, warm leather note that remains throughout the entire development of the fragrance. Later on, chamomile adds a pleasant bitterness to the leather. The dry down is lasting and refined, a combination of barbershop and old leather sofa, unique and a bit daring.

The scent is always very present, yet remains balanced in its composition. For me, Polo is a rock in the surf of soulless, aquatic mass-market fragrances. Would I wear Polo if the Queen invited me to a gala dinner? Perhaps not. But for those who want to make a statement to their surroundings without getting too lost in words, I can only recommend this wonderful fragrance.