Four samples I tried.
I lingered over the photos, visually caressing the sleek, corpulent gleam of the Pinnafarina-designed bottle.
Intially, like a deer caught in headlights, I over looked the short-comings of Mr. Wasser and his Guerlain creation. I ignored the fact that the 'mojito' spine of this fragrance, (also an insidiously lame attempt at luring me), fell apart oh so very quickly. Like a house of cards. Except no one was blowing on it.
And the bottle, fitting the fragrance like a good glove, also deterred my better 'senses' from the glaring fact that this pedestrian attempt was wowing over countless numbers of my esteemed peers.
I became part of the frenzy, convincing myself that Guerlain was appealing to the more sublte aspects of designing a scent. Among the din was heard-' be patient and try to understand this new Guerlain.'
So I walked into my local retailer and redeemed my hard-earned card points and walked out, fitfully, with a bottle of Guerlain Homme.
How to describe the rest of this journey? I opened the box upon returning home and looked at the bottle then I sprayed my arm again and thought why am I doing this? Why am I finding that in order to enjoy this fragrance I have to continually layer it on every 20 minutes, then every hour?
Then it hit me. Not only was this Wasser creation an 'Emperor without clothes' but it was also a slightly less engaging clone of his Lancome creation, Hypnose homme, with the Lancome being the stronger man of the two.
Back to the store went the Guerlain, mystique and all, and I took solace in that I seen through Mr. Wasser's slight of hand.
I lingered over the photos, visually caressing the sleek, corpulent gleam of the Pinnafarina-designed bottle.
Intially, like a deer caught in headlights, I over looked the short-comings of Mr. Wasser and his Guerlain creation. I ignored the fact that the 'mojito' spine of this fragrance, (also an insidiously lame attempt at luring me), fell apart oh so very quickly. Like a house of cards. Except no one was blowing on it.
And the bottle, fitting the fragrance like a good glove, also deterred my better 'senses' from the glaring fact that this pedestrian attempt was wowing over countless numbers of my esteemed peers.
I became part of the frenzy, convincing myself that Guerlain was appealing to the more sublte aspects of designing a scent. Among the din was heard-' be patient and try to understand this new Guerlain.'
So I walked into my local retailer and redeemed my hard-earned card points and walked out, fitfully, with a bottle of Guerlain Homme.
How to describe the rest of this journey? I opened the box upon returning home and looked at the bottle then I sprayed my arm again and thought why am I doing this? Why am I finding that in order to enjoy this fragrance I have to continually layer it on every 20 minutes, then every hour?
Then it hit me. Not only was this Wasser creation an 'Emperor without clothes' but it was also a slightly less engaging clone of his Lancome creation, Hypnose homme, with the Lancome being the stronger man of the two.
Back to the store went the Guerlain, mystique and all, and I took solace in that I seen through Mr. Wasser's slight of hand.














