"Laughing behind the mask..."
This one comes from an era when "sport" in a scent's name didn't mean that it lasts one hour max, or that people wouldn't be able to smell it even if you were trapped in an elevator with them five minutes after having sprayed ten good spritzes of it on you. No. This one comes from an era when "sport" in a scent's name simply meant that when you were trying to describe it you'd put only one or two exclamation marks after the word "Powerhouse" instead of the usual three to five, and perhaps sometimes "Powerhouse" was spelled with a lower case "p". Other than that, "sports" of this era were handsome beasts, with sillage and longevity that would rout easily most of today's "concentrées".
For some reason it was never associated with team sports in my mind, but rather with individual sportsmen. And not of the boxing, riding, racing or tennis kind. There were sport editions of Kouros, Boss, Santos and Lacoste respectively for all these nice gentlemen to wear. Paco Rabanne's take on the subject was always about fencing in my mind, and time has proven me right. Imagine a fearsome maniac grinning behind his mask, while delivering devastating blows with his sabre to the wuss wearing some "Eau de Sport Sensuelle for the bleeding hearts" who stands against him. All furious and yelling "Take petitgrain for starters! And lavender too! Fancy some tarragon? Well have some! And let's not forget juniper! And oakmoss! And cedar! And vetiver! How about some patchouli and leather? Huh? How about them? Oh, you're going down boy, you are going SO down!..."
It seems that old scents have their way of rewarding you sometimes, especially when they're not forgotten, but rather remembered with love and respect... I recently discovered two 125ml and one 250ml bottles of it, buried in the lower shelf of a little dusty shop. The price asked for them was pure urban legend material. "Have you ever heard the story of the guy who bought more than a solid pound of Paco Rabanne's Eau de Sport for 60 euros? It's said that from then on he stalks the night with a mesh mask and a sabre, terrorising everyone unlucky enough to have thought that wearing "Eau Légère de Mauviette" was a good idea for a night out..."
I think it's time to go and look for my old but not forsaken sabre now, which is waiting patiently somewhere, along with my bronze medal won in a national championship some 30 years ago...
H & R's Fragrance Guide classifies this as a "Citrus Fantasy" fragrance, although the listed notes are those of a classic chypre. My guess is that the oakmoss and patchouli in the base notes are so understated as to leave the dominant effect one of an enriched and enhanced citrus. It's wonderfully fresh and invigorating, but not in that bland 90's aquatic way --- Rabanne's Eau de Sport has plenty of distinctive personality. For those who lament its passing, I recommend Pierre Cardin's Insatiable, which has a very similar overall effect and many of the same ingredients. The listed notes are:
Top Notes: Lemon, mandarin, bergamot, petitgrain, lavender, green complex, artemisia
Mid Notes: Jasmine, juniper, estragon, rose, orris, carnation
Base Notes: Oakmoss, fir, cedar, patchouli, vetiver, musk, leather
I wont add a review as its 25+ years since i wore it , it is my alltime favourite scent and my only signature sent i ever had , the reason for writing is just to say ive recently tried Penhaligons "Juniper Sling" and i cant say they smell the same as its been so long , but the opening notes brought back memorys and reminded me so much of "Sport" , so if theres any sport lovers still out there , maybe give that a try :)
09th March, 2013 (last edited: 13th March, 2013)
I wore this again for the first time in years. I generally dislike any scent with the word "sport" in it's title... This is probably the only scent that proves an exception to the rule. It starts off very bland, but quickly develops to a grassy green scent with a woody undertone. Very nice scent that while maybe not groundbreaking is still very wearable and distinctive at the same time. At last a sport scent that is actually worth wearing. I guess I may be using this more often. 3 to 3.5 stars out of 5.
20th November, 2011 (last edited: 02nd June, 2012)
Sport de Paco Rabanne is by no means some trifle to be discarded into the deepest recesses of ones ottoman, but it is flawed on a number of crucial levels.
The opening is undoubtedly an excellent creation, it's a zingy, refreshing citrus experience, complete with a comforting herbal accompaniment. Had the remaining phases of Sport been anywhere near as accomplished, I would have been in the presence of greatness - a true masterpiece.
Although my skin is as arid and unforgiving as the Mojave desert, I do expect a fragrance to put up a little bit of a fight. Sadly SdPR has exhaled for the last time within about three hours, and by that time it has ceased to exhibit anything like the intriguing presence that the opening has suggested.It sits close to the skin, its lively attributes are all but decapitated, and the resulting blend is distantly herbal, lightly powdered, and dare I say it, a little monotonous.
This has long since been discontinued, and I certainly am not sufficiently aroused to undertake an exhaustive search or pay the increasingly premium prices being demanded.
16th November, 2011 (last edited: 27th November, 2011)