(1995)
Fragrance notes
Character
Sprays on with a jolt of pink pepper that is less spice than static, a prickly fizz riding a dry cedar plank. The heart brings a curious clash: jasmine and rose, plush and powdered, jostled by bergamot and lemon’s bright, almost metallic squeeze. It feels like stepping into a forgotten conservatory where garden gloves lie on a sun-warmed bench, the glass roof letting in both clean light and the scent of old wood. This is a woody aromatic with a powdery, soft-spoken spine, and it wears like a pressed linen shirt fading at the collar. The drydown settles into sandalwood and vetiver, a gentle, creamy anchor that lacks heft. Longevity is a modest three hours, sillage a polite whisper. Honestly, it fades before it finishes its sentence. Best for a crisp spring afternoon, office or brunch, when you want to smell groomed without announcing yourself. It suits someone who favors restraint over statement. Skip it if you crave depth or projection. Samouraï (1995) is a dapper ghost, a fragrance that exists mostly in memory. Does that make it less worth wearing or more poetic?
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