
Basically, a scent which is ,made to puzzle, fascinate and intrigue. First, it begins like some synthetic( pinkie, oversexed, but at the same time androgynous, fairy, almost queer style) creation, just with a burst of sporty and fruity( and I mean by that a real big "queer as a bedbug"- style
"fruit"), but just as the expectations of any "true" perfume lover reach the utmost low point, surprise strikes again. Because the drydown is ( maybe only as strictly subjective experience) sooo different from the first impression, taking its wearer trough the high and lows, " do's" and
" don't-s", authetic high class and purest camp, style and kitsch of fragrance. A truly mulilayered and psychedelic trip trough paradise and inferno of the perfume world, both " retro" and deeply retrosexual, but also soo metrosexual and essentially 2003...It ends in a feeling which, far from evading the metrosexual, almost synthetic dominant note, childishly( or yothfully) evades into something far more... puristic and conservative. Truly, the drydown is remiding somewhere in between the ( unusually) cool, icy, almost intellectual of tobacco and leather found in Very Valentino and the compelling, both magnetic and elusivally untochable powdery, almost feminine drydown of Roma Uomo or Endymion( and the list might go on...). Strange, but bedazling combination and/ or unity of two gloriously mismatched,
inadvertend, interptretation
extremes. I wish-therefore only neutral rating- the perfume maker, maybe Tom Ford...- would have made up his mind, or maybe, to be more precise, this is where this scent's charm lies: controversial, overtly postmodern and idiosyncratic, daring yet partly usual and clean, unsurprising. The perfect recipe towards an almost- masterpiece...