It reminds me of the frankinsence in a funerel parlor, & it has all the charm of the corpse.
Nice bottle though.
Smells like 90s dads, with mustashes. My friend disagress he says, "it smells like 40s dads with psoriasis. It smells exactly like I'm about to get my ears pinched by some old guy in church."
Not only dark, but, up to a certain point and before an overlong, almost interminable drydown, unberable. The Oriental notes are too strong and offensive at first and, while they don't become weaker, they develope their full potential and versatility only after a substantial investement of time and patience on the weares's side. But i guess it embodies an age where powerful and intoxicating scents were a norm- the wild, decadent seventies when the air must have been heavy with strong, animalic, lusty and exotic essences.
I bought a 15 ml miniature bottle of G-Man's aftershave out of sheer curiosity. It's quite well named. You might think that J. Edgar Hoover's boys should be dedicated wearers of clean cut citrus, but they could wear this one too: subdued yet smoky, formal administrative grey meets the grey of gunpowder, respectability with a hint of sex and danger. Long lasting and with some similarities to Trussardi Uomo.