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Patou pour Homme by Jean Patou
As a novice, I have little to say that will sound as intelligent and informed as the other posters here....but perhaps my opinion will be of use to those similar to myself, a child of the 70's who knows what fragrances he likes, but lacks the erudition/practice to identify the notes!
Based on the glowing reviews here, I just HAD to order a decant from the Perfumed Court...and I am greatly underwhelmed by what I received. What I smell is "L'eau de 1980's," evocative of hairy-chested men wearing gold-chains.
The initial blast that slapped me in the face upon first spray was decidedly Brut 33-ish, and the drydown smacks of Old Spice. I like it, but only in a really odd, nostalgic way. In fact, upon first whiff, I had a rather Proustian moment of recollection in which I was taken back to my elementary school lunchtime. From Kindergarten until perhaps sixth grade, my father (bless him) would lovingly pack my lunch for me in the morning, before I would leave to meet the school bus. The thing about my father is that his morning bathroom ritual ended with his shave and an extremely liberal splashing on of either Faberge's finest (i.e. Brut) or Old Spice. Following this application of such copious amounts of the skin stinging aftershave, he'd proceed to immediately make my sandwich--with the invariable result that the bread he touched would retain more than a slight taste of the cologne itself. My whines of protest never changed this habit of my father's. Thank you Jean Patou, for bringing me a slice of my childhood!
But I digress. As a now geeky, 30-something male seeking to inject a bit of style into his life, I'll look for subtler, more complex scents than this in the future.
Based on the glowing reviews here, I just HAD to order a decant from the Perfumed Court...and I am greatly underwhelmed by what I received. What I smell is "L'eau de 1980's," evocative of hairy-chested men wearing gold-chains.
The initial blast that slapped me in the face upon first spray was decidedly Brut 33-ish, and the drydown smacks of Old Spice. I like it, but only in a really odd, nostalgic way. In fact, upon first whiff, I had a rather Proustian moment of recollection in which I was taken back to my elementary school lunchtime. From Kindergarten until perhaps sixth grade, my father (bless him) would lovingly pack my lunch for me in the morning, before I would leave to meet the school bus. The thing about my father is that his morning bathroom ritual ended with his shave and an extremely liberal splashing on of either Faberge's finest (i.e. Brut) or Old Spice. Following this application of such copious amounts of the skin stinging aftershave, he'd proceed to immediately make my sandwich--with the invariable result that the bread he touched would retain more than a slight taste of the cologne itself. My whines of protest never changed this habit of my father's. Thank you Jean Patou, for bringing me a slice of my childhood!
But I digress. As a now geeky, 30-something male seeking to inject a bit of style into his life, I'll look for subtler, more complex scents than this in the future.
13 July 2008











