Sebastian80

Top 10 pantydroppers, must-haves, and fragrances that smell like donkeys, which no one can seriously wear, but are true works of art.

Through these and similar YouTube videos, reviews, and recommendations, I have sometimes joyfully, often disappointedly, but always curiously toiled over the last few years.
I have had many fragrance directions and consequently heaps of perfumes right under my nose.
Today, I can identify many scents on other people and can precisely name that I have enjoyed sharing fragrance XY.
I actually took far too long to say that fairground scents, animalic notes, and incense only partially suit me.

For me, scents have crystallized that present themselves as "freshly groomed, but not overly perfumed."

Prada's L'Homme indeed enjoys a certain status in the community. During the testing phase, I found it quite pleasant, but simply not spectacular enough. At this point, I would like to note that I have never understood users who need to get used to a scent.
Sure, I like to wear perfume for myself, but I definitely do not want to stand out unpleasantly. Here I finally come to Infusion Iris Cedre.

I almost casually acquired a leftover bottle with 160 out of 200 ml for about 40 euros on eBay. (every true Parfumo will know these opportunistic purchases)
Freshly sprayed and immersed in familiar spheres of soft purity.
Indeed, this scent is not unlike L'Homme from the same house: fresh, white soap and a starched shirt collar. Nothing new in the West...

However, the older brother seems more mature, valuable, and - if one can say that about a scent of this kind - less flashy in its essence.
What particularly convinces me is the genuine versatility. Unlike some recommendations to use Dior's Sauvage everywhere, I have never felt unpleasantly out of place with my Prada. In fact, I have worn it at the gym, during a job interview, and in everyday life. On warm days and in the current rainy weather. In the worst case, the scent doesn’t even stand out as such, but surrounds me with an aura of grooming. This is also important to me, after all, there are not a few perfume haters who do not necessarily share my passion.

Finally, the question remains what I want to convey with my title. Well, this is probably not my last scent, but I see it at least as an ideal all-rounder for me. As a benchmark in terms of price/performance and ultimately also as an anchor in the eternal search for the ideal fragrance that may be waiting for me like a mirage out there...

Does anyone still remember this satire magazine that was positioned as a competitor to MAD magazine?

KAPUTT, the magazine for suppressed joy of life.

Somehow this subtitle came to my mind today when I applied Kalan again after a long time and thought about how I would describe this scent in a nutshell.

However, Kalan is by no means a gloomy perfume. On the contrary, the main character here is a juicy sweet blood orange, which is brutally held back in its cheerful nature by the antagonists "dust and cement." This Marly envelops you quite potently, idiosyncratically, and very dry and sweet for many hours.

For me, the most challenging part is finding the right occasion in connection with the right mood. Tending to be a perfume that I see more for leisure than for work.

So in the morning, I often think about what I want to wear that day. When I'm indecisive, I like to smell the various spray heads, and not infrequently, I end up with a nice red bottle and think to myself: nice, but today I'd rather not wear Kalan...

Orchid, queen of flowers.
Mysterious, delicate, and not really durable in my ungreen hands. Not an ordinary cut flower or a common rose.
Perhaps that is why orchids have a magical effect. Tropical blooms in all possible colors and shapes. Unfortunately, they lack one thing: a personal scent...

If I had to assign this plant a form, the orchid would be for me a petite, dark-haired woman with pitch-black hair, pale skin, and red lips. A bit like Morticia Addams from the well-known Addams Family, or Angelina Jolie in her role as Maleficent, the dark fairy. (Okay, Angelina isn't really petite, but her tendency towards depression fits the image even better)

Perhaps some comments and statements here have shaped my view of it. Morbid, dark, and wicked is what is being said.
That said, I must say that the scent on myself (male, also hardly petite, light skin and light hair) initially seems relatively cheerful, bright, and shimmering. A certain opulence cannot be denied. After some time, despite everything, a fine melancholy also comes into play. The fruity notes fade, and darker, warmer tones dim the overall mood.

For the most part, I perceive the blackcurrant as a fruity, metallic note over a slightly sweet butter cookie base.
I cannot identify the other notes individually; the incense remains completely hidden from me.

Black Orchid is a scent that is completely different: captivating, strongly present, and somehow quite diva-like and melancholic. A bit conceited, a bit difficult, but fascinating. For every day, or for every evening, you are too special for me, but perhaps you don’t want to be that way at all - you are not made for housework, you do not concern yourself with gardening or even tax forms. Yours is the grand entrance, the evening, the fireworks, but also the contemplative silence in which I particularly enjoy having you around.

At first, I was skeptical for a long time about whether I would like the scent. Harsh leather aromas are not really my thing. As luck would have it, the offer was good, so I took the plunge and had my favorite fragrance of this year's autumn sent to me.

I don't know why, but sometimes there are days when my nose filters out certain notes and highlights others very strongly.
I first noticed this with Armani's Stronger with You. While I detected nutty sweetness the first time, the next time it was just the scratchy sage.

I experience something similar on bad days with Godolphin. Actually a rather sweet, almost unisex scent, my nose completely misses the lovely top notes. What remains is a harsh, bittersweet, and dark note that almost reminds me of smoldering conifers. This skeleton probably represents the leather imitation, which according to the pyramid is most likely the thyme.

On good days, I am greeted by a subtle, albeit quite present, soft leather scent that lasts a very long time.

Due to its relative lightness, I also enjoy wearing Godolphin during the day; the longevity on my skin lasts well into the late evening, if not until the next morning.

With several layers of clothing currently, I get along very well with 3 sprays. With just a T-shirt, I would reduce the dose to 1 - 2.

Unfortunately, like many of my predecessors, I can't conjure up any historical celebrities or architectural examples, but perhaps my description will help in some way.

I came to Knize Ten like a virgin to a child. I had never heard anything about the fragrance, nor had I consciously noticed it in an advertisement or in a store. But there it was suddenly. Just like that. A sample among four in the shipping box from Sedley.

Two Davidoffs and CK One, how exciting. Well, let's check Parfumo to see what Knize Ten is supposed to be. Aha, Eau de Toilette and from the year 1931. Sounds exactly like my taste, NOT!

I usually can't do much with older perfumes; the green notes and, worst of all, oak moss automatically pull my mouth corners down. I often find leather difficult as well.
Well: No guts, no glory. I sprayed it on and... Oh, it doesn't smell that bad. Brighter than expected, less biting than expected, but not comparable to modern creations. Capucci pour Homme, 36 years modern, smells to me like a much older generation.

Although I'm not an expert in leather and I had actually written off this fragrance direction for myself, I wouldn't have perceived it blindly here. In general, the individual notes are tightly woven for me, and so I only have soap and shaving products as a point of comparison.
It's not a soapiness like Mugler Cologne, but rather the old-fashioned pure soap that my grandmother always liked to place between the washed bed linens in the wardrobe to maintain the impression of cleanliness. It never really smelled fresh to me as a child, but rather clean and washed. Additionally, there’s this palm oil quality that makes me think more of shaving brushes than gel.
All in all, for me, it's a lovely perfume, far from everyday wearability, but I will probably keep spraying the sample for myself from time to time. Fortunately, you don't need much due to its strong longevity. And then I imagine what it must have been like back then, nearly 90 years before this day.