Dull generic modern masculine watery patchouli fragrance with an added note of rum up top that is very hollow. Smells less like any rum, and more like rubbing alcohol with a hint of rum. There's another synthetic note I can't quite put my finger on, that reminds me of Aventus. I suspect it's the synthetic wood notes.
Also, this lasts hardly an hour, which is outrageous. So there you have it: ultra expensive, smells mediocre, and vanishes before you're ready to put on your shoes. Sounds awesome?
Straight to heaven, eh? More like straight to nothingness, and as pretentious as they come.
The opening of Borneo 1834 is most compelling. A wonderful semi-gourmand accord of patchouli and cocoa with sublime balance. The gourmand element aspect is perfectly abstract as it should be. This is followed by a camphoraceous phase that finally leads to the dusty, dry patchouli base that is cosy, and hints at the cocoa. There is no earthiness/dirt/head shop vibe, and hardly any tinge of green in the composition.
The problem with Borneo 1834 is that it dies down quickly, and is severely muted beyond the first hour, even though duration is acceptable. One star is deducted for this shortcoming. My experience is based on the old style 'Paris house logo' 50 ml export bottle. I'm not aware whether this drawback has been addressed in any later version.
This is a middleweight patchouli fragrance. There is a citrus aroma initially (mostly orange), followed by a patchouli dominated fragrance with green elements. The patchouli note is clean, transparent, but a trifle hefty. There's nothing smoky or edgy or animalic in here. This patchouli accord endures till the end, where one finds some amber-y elements and a hint of sweetness. The sillage is moderate at first before being quite muted (especially considering the category), and duration is around six to seven hours - based on about 10 sprays from a sample (emptied out approx. close to 1 ml of it).
The best aspect of this one is good balance between the different elements, and how it distinguishes itself from patchouli EO because of the unmistakable note of citrus initially. Quite unisex IMO. It loses me after the first two hours as it becomes too sparse for my tastes, and the base is reasonably straightforward and disengaging. Worth trying, but far from the bee's knees - easy to wear and easy to forget. Relative to other popular patchouli fragrances, perhaps closest to Zegna's Javanese Patchouli (though still much different).
P.S. After a brief and brisk online investigation it appears that this particular fragrance I had a sample of happens to be the one that comes in the hideous purple bottle.
I had a cylindrical bottle that I was only too glad to part with. Extremely harsh and abrasive lemon opening, followed by a dominant lemon accord that's not far removed from lemon pledge. Very synthetic, and also quite cheap-smelling. Just when I was wondering if my bottle had gone off, the lemony onslaught subsided around the two hour mark to reveal a restrained mossy character. I take this as an indication that the bottle was fine, the composition - questionable. Anyone looking for a lemon fragrance would be strongly advised to look elsewhere.
Cheap florals, plastic, followed by a generic, mall-fragrance-for-women dry down of clinical musks.
One wonders how this can be conceived as a 'niche' fragrance. Considering it's Serge Lutens - it's an absolute shocker.
An iris fragrance with refined gourmand edges of vanilla, honey and there's an initial fleeting impression of chocolate. Though cardamom is listed, it's not discernible as such, nor is any other spice. There is a distinct woodiness that comes to the fore once the fragrance settles on skin. This iris-woody accord forms the central structure, with the sweeter elements as accents. Towards the dry down there is a shift towards a dry vanilla underpinning.
This is a respectable and solid offering, but personally it is a bit too undefined in its overall scent profile. A stronger emphasis on either the iris, or the woods - or even the gourmand elements would have been preferable. Also, anyone seeking an iris fragrance might be disappointed as it is not too iris prominent. Sillage is adequate, and longevity is acceptable at around 6-7 hours.
Note: Review is of the current version.
This is an orange-tobacco-leather fragrance with an emphasis on spices. Right off the start there is a combination of spicy (mostly clove) orange with hints of a bitter green tobacco note. The fragrance turns somewhat leathery in the dry down, and some wood notes come to the fore. The overall vibe is mostly 'vintage' and 80's, though the orange puts a modern spin on the otherwise classic structure of the scent.
Overall this is a decent fragrance, with a great deal of good balance. One feels that the quality is a little weak - could've been a whole lot better with better ingredients. Also, the lack of oakmoss (in the current version) probably takes away quite a bit from the composition. Eventually this is a respectable option for someone looking for a masculine orange fragrance, with the emphasis on 'masculine'.
Respectable idea but poor execution from Wasser. The mojito/lime accord is distinctive, but is let down by ingredients that miss the mark, and the base is rather insubstantial. Essentially a boozy lime-mojito accord followed by at-times screechy florals and cedar-vetiver notes. Rather weak, and very fleeting - also quite a bit synthetic and cheap at times. This is all the more proof that accountants rule the roost at Guerlain, and that quality can be relegated to the disposal bin.
I don't get much vetiver in this fragrance - only present in supporting cast. There is a prominent grapefruit note in the beginning, with some smokiness. Sure, there is an allusion to an 'ink note', somewhat in the manner of the CdG Odeur perfumes. The smokiness subsides after about an hour, leaving behind a dry down of grapefruit-ink-nagarmotha. It wears with a subtle and deceptive sillage, and endures about 6-7 hours on skin.
Lampblack does quite poorly on the Guy Robert test for me. The 'sweaty' aspect of the dry down comes from the combination of grapefruit and nagarmotha notes. This ajwain sweatiness is a little hideous (unlike cumin, which has a warmth). Eventually, the fragrance comes across as a genre exercise in quirkiness rather than being innovative, and is also somewhat unpolished.
This is like one of those modern art paintings. It's there on exhibit, and everyone is in admiration - largely because everyone else is in, too. Nobody wishes to buy it privately, but wouldn't admit so in public.
Pros - intriguing, not a top-note con job.
A weak, nondescript, insipid, and banal offering without any redeeming characteristic. A burst of saffron followed by a flat watery-transparent note of vague woody-florals supported by MFK's signature dull patchouli accord. Disintegrates into nothingness in three hours.
Sartorial is a conventional fougere with a twist: there are some added metallic and sweet notes. It starts off smelling very similar to the iconic Brut, only being a bit more complex and an added depth. There is a metallic element in the heart, and after about 2-3 hours a semi-sweet, honeyed beeswax note creeps in to give it more substance. However, the final dry down becomes a little too sparse for my tastes - especially given what comes before. Sillage is appreciable at first before calming down, and overall it lasts about 6 hours on skin.
I'm a fan of fougeres, but I like them more green and astringent. While Sartorial is a very respectable fragrance, eventually it's somewhat limiting for me. It pushes the fougere in directions that don't quite sit right with me. As a result it's hard for me to pick it ahead of many including Brut, Azzaro, Tsar, Jazz, Nobile, Rive Gauche Pour Homme, Invasion Barbare and Fougere Royale. This is simply a personal preference, and the rating is reflective of that.
Therefore, even though I'm neutral, I recommend this to anyone seeking a modern gentlemanly fragrance within the fougere family.
When I first tried this on paper at a store - it was a gorgeous rose accord, bright and airy, radiant, and hints of woods. Once I received a sample a few months later, it was quite different: a dull, airy, accord of woods with hints of rose. There is hardly any patchouli, and a prevailing mustiness. The mustiness subsides after a while, with the rose becoming a bit more prominent with some added hint of spices. One spots the vaguest traces of cardamom and cumin. Thereafter it soon subsides into an insubstantial dry down. Additionally it is thin, weak, and overall - nondescript. Anyone curious about this should consider Cartier's Declaration d'Un Soir as a better alternative - or even, perhaps, Domenico Caraceni 1913. Or better still, step out a bit more and consider the absolutely superb Eau de Protection / Rossy de Palma by Etat Libre d'Orange.
This is a floral fragrance in a concentrated eau de cologne style that comes across as more musky than woody in the dry down. Any citrus note is hard to spot as right off the start one perceives a wall of white flowers with jasmine being discernible. Initially it's a bit screechy, but is more rounded after about thirty minutes as it settles on the skin. Thereafter the rose becomes a bit more perceptible. The floral accord continues till the musks with hint of sheer woods creep in. Still, even in the far dry down - the floral accord is prominent, with the addition of the musky facet.
Overall this is on par, summery, and respectable. However, it is also quite monotonous, lacking in nuances, dull, and somewhat derivative. On the wrong day, the white floral - musk accord here can come across as jarring. Sillage is good initially and thereafter discreet but persistent, and excellent duration on skin.
This comes across more as a warm-spicy vetiver fragrance that is supported by leather. The initial burst is warm and spicy with cardamom, saffron, and cumin. The presence is rich, but also with a hint of softness - and is perhaps a little synthetic. It's also somewhat sweet at this stage with a vague gourmand allusion. After about thirty minutes a leather note emerges which is warm, soft and closer to other modern leather fragrances. However, in about a couple of hours there is a smooth transition to an airy woody accord with a prominent vetiver note coming to the fore. The fragrance thereafter remains linear, with this woody accord comprising the dry down, and only near indiscernible hints of leather and distant spices comprising the supporting cast. Sillage is average in the beginning, then quite soft as it becomes a skin scent after 2-3 hours, and it lasts only about 3-4 hours on skin.
On the whole it is hard to classify this fragrance, as one feels it is not quite a leather fragrance. There is also an 'inverted shape' at play here - the fragrance thins out towards the dry down (though not exactly being a top note con job). Additionally, it does come across as a bit unique in terms of its composition - especially the transitions. However, eventually it is a bit insubstantial, and not memorable enough. In roughly similar territory for a leathery fragrance, Armani's Oud Royal is a more compelling alternative.
Crude and horrendous, Invictus is easily the worst Paco Rabanne fragrance ever released. It's an utter mess of faux freshness (chemical citrus notes), a generic synthetic woody-ness , and a nauseating syrupy sweetness. If that sounds appealing to someone, they might enjoy this.
In my books this is an abomination. In case one has a bottle, it would perhaps be best reserved for situations when one wishes to break up with one's lover.
Note: Review is of the current version.
A blatantly synthetic - and cheap smelling fragrance. It takes the Tiffany for Men structure, reduces any substance, and then adds in some fresh/sporty/semi-aquatic notes that render the fragrance shrill and screechy.
Fragrances like the Chanel Allure Homme sport flankers are in similar olfactory territory, and would be an upgrade over this.
Note: Review is of the current version
Dry, dusty lemon opening followed by a mossy-woody-patchouli accord with an abstract leatheriness that persists into the dry down. The composition feels somewhat flat, dull, and lacking in depth and richness. It shares olfactory ranges with Versace L'Homme, rather than New York or Bois du Portugal.
More frankly, it smelled like a poor reformulation of an erstwhile respectable fragrance. I'm not sure whether it was the particular store tester I tried. Based on my experience, one is better off with New York, New York Intense, or Bois du Portugal (which are all vastly better in every respect), or the vintage version of L'Homme. Even the version of L'Homme from 2012 that I had would be no worse.
Cheap synthetic citrus notes with some white florals over a shrill white musk base. There are some fruity elements, but very subdued (thankfully). It is not far removed from what many commercial products smell like, including floor cleaners, dish liquids, and laundry detergents. The base is more musky than woody.
This could have been potentially inspired by CK One and/or Acqua di Gio, but it showcases the worst elements of such fragrances. It is also easily the worst Burberry fragrance.
This is Dior Homme for folks who don't get Dior Homme.
Once we get past the imbecilic name, this one opens with some citrusy-ozonic effect on skin, with the iris lurking. A note of coriander is listed, though nothing in it smells like coriander. The iris is the most prominent note, though a lot subdued than in Dior Homme. This is blended together with some remarkably dull faux-aquatic freshness. The base is powdery cedar, and burdened with unpleasant memories of that chemical-fresh accord.
With average projection and tenacity on skin, this release is a filler from start to end in the otherwise respectable Dior Homme line. Dior Homme Sport would be a superior alternative to this if you're looking for a 'fresh' Dior Homme.
Note: Review is of the current version.
DC 1913 comes across as a rose fragrance that vaguely resembles the structure of a modern fougere. The rose is the most prominent note, but it is a part of an accord nuanced with some restrained, dry sweetness and some traces of green notes. In fact, this smells remarkably close to what a rose flanker of Histoires des Parfums 1725 Casanova would smell like. There is a brief orange note in the beginning, but since then there's not much transition: the rose accord persists.
I'm partial to a good rose fragrance, and consider this to be an improvement on the HdP. However, it has rather thin sillage and average longevity. This perfume would have been excellent if it were more robust, and a notch or two higher in quality. One wonders whether the vintage version is precisely that. It is cosy, elegant, and subtle and very comforting to wear, but eventually leaves one unsatisfied - especially in the dry down.
A disastrous offering. Right off the bat there is the ubiquitous synthetic-woody-amber note. This is followed quickly by a dull phase that persists, with a hint of soap. Eventually there is the boring amber dry-down found in umpteen designer dreck masculine fragrances.
Any class and gentlemanly aura was well lost before the fall from grace, but this release indicates that Penhaligon's is willing to commit highway robbery. A tragedy indeed.
The cap is tacky, and as tasteless as the fragrance.
Sauvage is mostly fresh metallic bergamot, hollow ambroxan, and an assortment of nondescript mild spicy notes. It sounds depressing on paper, and it smells worse on paper.
On skin it's harsh, abrasive, chemical - and smells as if one has spent all day with cleaning solutions.
If there is to be a low point in mass perfumery - this is it. This is utterly, properly garbage. Sure, the Hugo Bosses, the Calvin Kleins and their ilk - they churn out something like this every year. But they don't have the pretensions of this Dior.
If there ever were a perfume without soul - this is it. If there ever were a perfume made by accountants - this is it.
Forget the notes.
This is again an utterly mediocre fresh-sporty-metallic-amber masculine fragrance that lacks both in quality and character. It smells cheap and bad.
Thankfully it lasts less than two hours.
Bonus points for the cool bottle.
This one opens with a beautiful lemon, pepper, violet combination that lasts merely twenty minutes before giving way to a boring cedar/musk accord that's extremely muted (fortunately ?). This fragrance lacks a dry down, and completes a vanishing act in less than three hours.
This could've been so much better with that opening - if the development were more interesting, and the fragrance itself more potent. Instead, it's yet another fragrance that fails to charm.
A weak neutral.
This is the 'meh' moment for Histoires des Parfums.
This scent is modern, faux-aquatic, 'blue', and smells like any of the 'fresh-woodsy' masculine designer perfumes. Initially there's a blast of orange, bergamot, some aldehydes. Sure, the quality is a notch better than your average designer. But this feels right at home as 'Chanel Allure Homme Sport Extreme Version Blue'. After an hour or so a clean, semi-dark, sterilised patchouli note creeps in that makes things a little better. At this time it smells like designer fragrances from the mid 2000s. Mugler's Ultra Zest, an average perfume by all means, would be an improvement on this.
Surely it doesn't smell 'bad'. But it smells uninspiring, mediocre, generic, and completely out of place next to all the other Histoires des Parfums fragrances. It may or may not be Histoires des Parfums' worst perfume. But it is surely the dullest. As dull as dishwater.
07th November, 2016 (last edited: 14th November, 2016)
Incense Flash came across as a straightforward incense fragrance. Light, transparent, somewhat persistent, dry, mostly linear, and slightly woody and faintly musky in the dry down.
It is not complex, dark, challenging, intriguing - or any of that.
In fact, it comes across as somewhat uninspired and bland. I like 'light' incense fragrances (Kyoto, Infusion d'Homme), but there isn't much here to keep me interested.
This is the common sub-par 'fresh / blue / aquatic' disinfectant mall fragrance that is chemical, nauseating, and utterly unremarkable. Goes on strong and dies down quickly.
Basically the lowest common denominator of the lowest common denominator itself. In other words, a bottle shelf product of the bottle shelf category, but unfortunately sold for as much as Havana or Cool Water.
Get Cool Water instead.
This is quite screechy, synthetic and obnoxious. The notes are a mere fantasy - it only smells of synthetic violets, musks, and some faint woody notes.
The good thing is that it is over pretty quickly.
For something in similar ballpark but much better - try Burberry Touch for Men. For something somewhat similar but a lot, lot better - try Gucci Pour Homme II. For something vaguely similar but infinitely better - try Fahrenheit.
Honestly, I cannot think of anything worse at this price point.
Itasca is a gem of a fragrance. It's not a vetiver fragrance as such. Neither do I find it particularly piney, herbal or astringent.
Consider all the fresh, sporty aftershaves and fragrances for men that flooded the market before things started to become calorie laden. Think of all the Gillette aftershaves and the Cool Water inspired fragrances. Some of them were green, some aquatic, some a little woody. All were fresh.
Now take all the good renditions of that style. And then take all the best elements of those good renditions, create a proper blend, and bottle it as an eau de parfum.
That is Itasca. It is invigorating, fresh, green, foresty and smells wonderful. It is neither juvenile nor mature. Perfect for all seasons, and almost all occasions. It successfully evokes an aftershave vibe due to its associations with fresh modern aftershaves, but is much classier.
Great in slightly warm weather, even better when it's slightly cool.
Good projection and longevity. Excellent stuff.
NOTE: Review of the EdT
Jaïpur Homme is a vanillic oriental creation by Annick Menardo. The first few opening seconds are citric, and one could possibly be forgiven for mistaking it to be Boucheron pour Homme. However, in a matter of a few minutes the citric notes all but subside, much in the style and tradition of many classic Guerlains and a few de Nicolaï's, to reveal a spicy cinnamon accord. The spices become progressively softer as the vanilla note takes centrestage. A vague hint of abstract freshness well into the dry down presents another interesting facet of the composition. The overall olfactory impression is formal and distinguished, with a regal touch. Yet, Jaïpur Homme shuns the majestic, and often intimidating, grandeur of the palaces of Rajasthan. It only pays homage to the royal magnificence with subtle but significant flourishes and nuances that hint at majesty. Rather than indulgent opulence, its discreet sophistication conveys the message that it is possible to accentuate everyday life with a deft touch of regal splendour.
Exhibiting good sillage and admirable tenacity, Jaïpur Homme could be an ideal embellishment to carefully chosen attires for afternoon tea parties and upscale evening socials. The somewhat pedestrian price should not obscure the fact that it possesses an abundance of bourgeois elegance, and effortlessly mixes with the cultured high society.