Rosy leather? Leathery rose? It depends on when in its development I sniff Rose d’Homme. The composition swings slowly back and forth between a sweet, woody rose and spicy, powdery leather, without ever moving decisively in any particular direction. The development is not so much linear as circular.
While it’s by no means a dull scent, Rose d’Homme takes fewer risks than many other rose scents that are aimed at men. It does not approach the stark barbarism of Black Aoud, the languid sensuality of Amouage’s Lyric, or the aristocratic decadence of Czech & Speake No. 88. Rose d’Homme’s aims seem more modest than these, so that it’s at once easier to wear and more versatile – an everyday scent rather than a bold olfactory statement.
How sweet it is! I love Rose d'Homme because it is gentle yet masculine. I smell the rose from the beginning, and it softens up to a nice creamy and woody scent. I have gotten many compliments here at work already. Since it is an EDP I only spray three times and that is sufficient.
The rose note is somewhat submerged in this smooth and thoroughly blended composition. What we have is a distant, sweetish, vaguely leathery and milky/lotioney concoction which while charming, dies down to insignificance all too soon. Maybe if the herbal notes had been a bit brighter this might have made a bigger impression.
Received a second sample which had greater staying power and thus gave a better impression of what this perfume was all about; the notes which were vague in my previous paragraph come into focus and the prospect of owning a bottle seems welcome. But what does this say about Rosine – that one must be dependent on any particular batch in order to get lucky?
I don't find the rose until fairly far into this perfume. Rose d'Homme is a dusty sort of scent that moves from a lavender citrus through a white floral to a comfortably non-descript powdery woodiness via a snippy aldehydic feel. It's like a survey of the non-rose notes that you might find accompanying a rose, but there’s no rose. Not yet. Then out of god knows where, at the end of the ride it coalesces into a musky dried rose. Neat trick and worth the wait since all the sights along the way are so enjoyable. What had read as dusty at the start seems quietly powdery by the time the rose forms. In the end, R d'H gives the impression of a smiling, quietly ironic dandy.
This is a huge disappointment for me. I'm very open to the idea of a dark, brooding, majestic rose scent. Not sweet, but beautiful in a simple but powerful way. This is none of that.
Instead, "sickening powdery accord that smells very lipstick-like" is a good statement which I'll endorse. Very, very sweet. No rose in sight, absolutely none. In fact, no florals. Thick, metallic, instantly tiresome. Sweet powder, like baby powder. Stale and obnoxious leather note. Yuck. Uggh. This is sooooo sweet and cloying I have to scrub it off.