Reviews of The Baron (1965)
by LTL (orig. by Evyan)

Awsome! I remember it from the early 80's collage days, very unique & better than the bland junk that is out today.

An interesting and singular brew, The Baron is a scent that walks by itself. A complex aromatic fougere, I guess, with some floral, synthetic and chypre notes in the mix, but without the warmth you'd expect from a rich fougere, and very elusive and detached at that, as if it wants to keep a distance from us commoners. It reminds me most of all of those coldish, reserved Japanese domestic-market colognes that you can't quite put your finger on. Unfortunately, whatever promise there is in the beginning dries up on the drydown, a muffled semi-sweet moldy-fruit affair with an artificial tang.

A friend of mine bought some of this recently. I sprayed some on, and to me it's -very- different from The Baron I remember. I bought a big bottle in the 70's and then in the 80's. It was manufactured by Evyan at that time. I think it has been reformulated. It's reminiscent of the original, but it's not the same to my nose. The original was much stronger and much soapier smelling.

The Baron de Charlus once told me: 'I am slightly concerned that some believe The Baron cologne was either commissioned by me, composed in my honour or at the very least named after me. I can assure you that this was never the case.
The Baron is not an unmitigated disaster but nor is it an unqualified success. It is an inevitably fraught procedure to try and make the floral propensities of, say, a Grey Flannel cohabit with the herbal propensities of, say, a Lacoste Booster - which it seems to my nose is what The Baron cologne almost attempts to do, binding them both within a saccharine sweetness. Unique, I grant you,but a somewhat unfortunate blend nonetheless.
Unfortunate, too, are the poetic vistas which it envelops: if The Baron cologne transports me anywhere, it is probably to some flimsy film set where, in a nightclub composed of cardboard, middle aged gangsters flirt idly with peroxide blondes over cheap cocktails. This is hardly an ambience that a personage like myself is anxious to inhabit.'