This was the first iris type scent I ever smelled in a cologne. I couldn’t get over the possibility that someone would want to smell like makeup, let alone a man. I get it now, that creamy waxy iris note is one that has grown on me, but not enough to seek this one to wear myself. This is a little hollow smelling to my nose. It’s different and unique, but it’s not one that suits my taste.
90s indie kid who models his look on Damon Albarn boasts that one day he will become a famous musician, like his idol. He ends up becoming an overweight checkout operator who smokes too much and who over-applies deodorant while at work, in order to avoid unsightly sweat stains. Before falling asleep at night, he looks back with melancholy nostalgia to the days when he would spend his nights clubbing, MDMA'd off his face, dreaming about the untold possibilities his future might hold.
Oh, how very 90s. By which I mean, you have a very clean, floral citrusy scent offet against a slightly herbal, camphorous note that grows in intensity as the floral notes recede.
Midway, it begins to resemble a classic barbershop creation , with lily and iris taking centre-stage, before finally settling to that oft-made comparison to a newly opened packet of cigarettes. The floral sweetness always remains present, though it fluctuates in intensity.
Some fragrances evoke emotions, some specific scenarios, some just smell nice (or otherwise). This one evokes colours: off-white that slowly turns a powdery blue, then back to white again. It is and isn't of its time: yes, it's pinned to a definite era, but it has qualities that enable it to transcend that. It smells modern, but also classic.
Look, this isn't a scent that changed my world. I don't gasp in gratitude that I've had the opportunity of smelling this during my lifetime. However, it is a very pleasant, evocative dumb reach scent that more than justifies the meagre amount you pay for a bottle.