UhrMensch

Like the famous Hurricane cocktail, this perfume is a violent, popping blend. However, I think that someone provoked the creator here (like the bartender at the HardRockCafé in London, who conjured the strongest hurricane of my life for me)
Over-present, over-full, over-candidate, the name says it all: all eyes on me.

What am I smelling? The question is difficult to answer, the fragrance starts with rum and cognac, something creamy is quickly added. After about 4 hours, incense and wood appear without affecting the sillage. The fragrance lasts more than 8 hours with constant presence.

Analogous to cocktails, it takes time to sober up with this fragrance. My conclusion, by the way, is the same as after the hurricane: never again! (See you next time :-)

That we always smell good on, until next time,
Lars

Green are the hope, spring and this fragrance. For me, this preciousness is like a walk (mountain bike ride) in the spring. Green in all facets, with flowers and blossoms appearing again and again. Always the fragrance remains dominantly green, but new sweet, floral aspects constantly shine through. Remarkably, the fragrance never becomes really sweet. An olfactory masterpiece!

Why Vert bohème is classified as a women's fragrance, I do not understand. For me, the fragrance is perfectly unisex and through its constantly changing facets suitable for all.

The durability is top, the fragrance lasts almost 8 hours and there is a good sillage included.

Thanks for reading, so that we always smell good.
Lars

The recipe is simple:
You take
- the finest patchouli you can find, picked at full moon at the foot of the Himalay on a rainy day at exactly 3,5 degrees Celsius
- half a pot full of powder, fine-nosed and noble
- a small pinch of green knife, fresh and only very slightly stabbing
- half a knife tip acidic, please dose with caution
- a glass full of moonlight so that the bearer of this essence may be surrounded by it
- and at the end a touch of sweet, so little that it only flashes lightly in between.

The whole thing is cooked on a low flame in a new moon in a kettle, stirred with a unicorn horn and filled.

The result is a fine, noble, gentle fragrance that caresses its wearer. An exotic, green-powdery symphony that tells the wearer's fellow men about style, charm and charisma on soft soles.

Oh sorceress or magician who knows you are brewing this: the fragrance sells to noble beings, to elves or fairies, male or female.

Thanks for reading,
so that we always smell good.
Lars

A fragrance called like this has to be commented a little rougher...
Fucking Fabulous is something you love or hate. In my case, it even changes depending on the form of the day. Some days I love the stuff and then I feel just like the stuff is called: damn fabulous. Other days, I wouldn't want that Tom Ford on me for the world. I can't wear it two days in a row either. It is too striking, obtrusive, too fabulously concise.

You realize I'm torn. And I already have him for some time. The bottle will last forever, lol.

The smell is strong, has a big sillage and a long durability, with me it lasts a whole working day.

The question "How does this thing smell?" I find difficult to answer. Beside the official scent pyramid my nose finds still another strong surge of oil. That makes him very manly in my eyes. The fragrance is heavy, it lacks freshness completely. It has a slightly leathery course with a sweet tip of a knife. I would also describe the fragrance as synthetic.

Fucking Fabulous must definitely be tried. In its own way, it is simply unique and unmistakable. The price makes it a real luxury good, but I think the price is very high.

Thank you for reading it.

The name alone makes Cuba a fragrance that inspires dreams. Free, spicy and a touch of revolution is in the air.

The fragrance starts like a good mojito. Herb-minty and so not sweet at all. A touch of freshness accompanies the mint and immediately also an incredibly masculine presence. The impression of something bad or even fecaloid, which the previous speakers mentioned, I can't sympathize with.

After the mint fades away, which happens relatively quickly, the scent develops towards tobacco. In my mind's eye the wide green mountains of the island arise. The fragrance reminds me of this magical moment when you are lucky enough to enter a room-sized, well-assorted humidor, like those found in exquisite cigar shops. Spicy, moist aromas play around the wearer in this stadium.

Then slowly comes the consistently spicy-bitter remaining base note which remains very tobacco laden. She stays about 6 hours, 5 of them with good silage and strong presence. The scent smells of fresh, noble cigar, one could even guess this pure and fine honey note, which accompanies good unlit cigars.

Cuba is for me the most masculine scent I know and since I found it it mutates to my signature scent for the autumn.

Thanks for reading, have fun discovering this striking beauty.