Caron Yatagan Men Eau de Toilette 125 ml

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Why now does Yatagan make me think of a man of this beat of all people? The fragrance impression actually bears the characteristics of a "gentleman's fragrance" that seems classic to us: a bright, conifery-etheric forest fragrance, almost a little medical. However, already just below the surface it is over with the cleanliness. The impression of nature is not embellished and far away from cultivated gardens with idyllic groves where the eye can rest. This forest is not safe. The whole picture reveals to us undergrowth, in which skeleton bleaches. The otherwise so uniform earth scent splits into its elements and not all are lovely: urine, secretions, an elusive impression of heat (Meanwhile reformulated?) Gar neutered? Then what kind of bestial bomb must he have been in the seventies?! Hard to imagine...). After a few hours then more conciliatory leather notes: The animal is eaten, its skin tanned. Plus a hunch of incense. The durability is good, the Sillage never exceeds an arm's length when used sparingly. Uniqueness? For my part, I haven't smelled anything like that yet. Let’s look at perfume criticism. And let’s not start with the accepted classics, the greats, the grandes dames. Let’s start with the commonly-available, inexpensive yet extraordinary perfumes, since this starting place is troubling to the notions of exclusivity and refinement baked into commercial perfumery by virtue of its long-standing affiliation with fashion. I hesitate to use the word “great” in perfumery. I recognize perfumery as an art form, one of my favorites. But greatness as a notion comes from more accepted genres of art and established forms of criticism, when what we need are new vocabularies and systems to consider perfume. Think of greatness as an aspiration or a standard of the Old School. I would hope that the New School in perfumery and criticism would promote quality, creativity and analysis, but not hold out judgment and arbitrary thresholds as principal goals. Greatness seems to me to connote a feigned objectivity, or at least a socially agreed upon judgment, when it is in fact fundamentally subjective. Greatness is cited when we’re looking for the dividing line: high/low, good/bad, worthy/crass. Lets find words that assess and characterize, words that can speak both to objectivity and shared subjectivity and foster a less removed esthetic of criticism. Yatagans were not only weapons but works of art, incorporating expensive materials like ivory, silver and copper gilt; the yatagan hilts were often encrusted with jewels — diamonds, rubies, emeralds, and coral. Many yatagans have lines from literature engraved or inlaid into the flat sword blade; these literary lines can be intensely personal expressions of the owner or sword maker, or favorite lines from poetry, prayers, or Koranic texts. A strange thought: being run through with a sword engraved with poetry extolling the beauty of the world, a prayer for protection, or holy verses. With such a linear creation, it would be absolutely futile to draw a detailed list of all the notes found in Le 3ème Homme – if you enjoy the perfume's opening moments, chances are you'll love the rest, as it slowly tones down its most aggressive components to settle in a comfortable haze close to the skin. We always recommend you try a perfume out before you buy it - this is truer than ever with Yatagan. Some will love it. Some will hate it. Some will need time to adjust.

Yatagan is a heady cologne, a bracing mix of aromatics, herbaceous/green notes, woods, moss and leather. Yatagan is not to be messed with. Crafted during the rise of the Ottoman Empire, the Turkish knife had no hand guard. The Yatagan knife style would later be adopted by bayonet-makers, and the weapon once again wreaked havoc on the battlefield over the course of the nineteenth century. The name “Yatagan” simultaneously recalls the brutality of close-combat and the elegance of weapon craftsmanship.Caron may have been encompassingly vague in their marketing language, dimly offensive in their oriental allusion, but fortunately direct and brave in their fragrance. Yatagan has that striking balance of starkness and richness found in the best and most distinctive of perfumes.

Vintage = more bitter, green, mossy, cool, earthy, better proportioned animalics; a clear cyphre. Modern = warmer, sweeter, more powerful, full animalics and leathery feel, but with less grace and proportionality without the offsetting moss. I took a long time to make this comment. When I bought this fragrance in 2019, my expectations were very high because of the comments here (especially from @Konsalik-though thank you now!). Also because of the very combative naming...

It’s both a condemnation and a compliment to say that Caron’s Yatagan (created in 1978) does its namesake justice. As soon as it hits the skin, Yatagan announces itself with a barrage of pine and artemisia, recalling a forest where the scent of trees has drowned out any flowers that might be hiding in the shadows. Cedar, incense, and an array of herbal spices are all blended underneath, yet even these are not ‘soft’ in the usual sense – they’re loud, but the strongest notes are simply louder. Yes. All of the above information highlights its best aspects. But to get the most out of Yatagan, you have to enjoy classic masculine fragrances. Who can wear the scent? A man in his mid-thirties. Provided he is not a yes-man and is himself a distinctive personality.

Uncompromising and yet not strident, Yatagan's medium projection hits that ‘just right' spot on the dial which means it can be worn and appreciated in all sorts of company – even one's own, of course. If you have a thing for feral greens in the mode of say Eau de Campagne or Coven, here's one worth trying that has a patina of refinement. The one misstep is the inclusion of some bubble-gum sweetness which it could easily have done without. You might perceive Le 3ème Homme as a fairly androgynous fragrance, slightly powdery in its undertones, which is somewhat surprising, considering that the perfume has been released in the mid-1980's, at a time when most mainstream masculine perfume slathered heavy notes over the skin with stupid abandon. Thankfully, Le 3ème Homme doesn't do stereotypes. When would I not recommend this fragrance? Not for a rendezvous and not for the gym or a day at the lake in summer... Yatagan lasts eight hours on the skin with moderate projection. It pushes out well for the first couple of hours. Yeah, that seems funny to me too. Yatagan isn't citrusy at all. The oakmoss is actually pushing through stronger and greener right now, after several hours. Also, I noticed the 5 liter splash bottles from Spain. I'll try something. But first a song:Yatagan also possesses a dusty bitterness (reminiscent of bundles of herbs and flowers hanging and drying on the rafters after a summer harvest). A soft, leather-scented 'breeze' wafts over Yatagan's base notes of mossy pine, oak moss, labdanum and patchouli. In Yatagan's final stage of development there is a hint of malt. I never let anyone tell me writing about perfumes is a waste of time or a trivial activity! Since last April, when I started writing for Now Smell This, I've learned so much about plants, animals, the rituals and symbols of many cultures, history and historical figures, even health matters — all related to fragrance. In the last month, I've learned about Yatagan: a Turkish sword, a city, and a perfume. that would have to be galbanum, it smells herbaceous, it reminds of conifers, a rather dark tart resin smell. Bitter becomes the Chose by the spicy tarragon. That also provides at the same time for some loosening up." So it then became rather smoky-spicy, because the killer melissa had additionally set the vetiver slightly on fire. In addition, there was now the strict and not at all stale leather scent. This was clearly green-spicy to perceive.

The time to go is never right when we say goodbye # While Can is here we shouldn't waste a day in life to say I love you Perhaps Yatagan works because it is both bold and familiar. This is the sort of fragrance a hiker would adore for its transportive power. There are several scents, such as Profumum Roma’s Arso and CB I Hate Perfume’s Winter 1972, that also present photorealistic images of wood. However, Yatagan’s the only perfume I’ve smelled that nails the smell of the woods as a place instead of as an object. Not counting its intellectual dimension, see how much fun a perfume passion provides? (Vanya will be sampling some perfumes with faux civet soon….) Just take a look at the juice itself – a dirty, earthy leathery liquid. And though it would be ill-advised to distill liquid from a piece leather, Yatagan may be the closest we'll get to an actual leather extract, at least in spirit. So off they went, misty-eyed with yatagan and crossing the raging river, known only as Mrs. Holle for its regularly sheep-wool infused waters. In the end, only MahatmaGandix wasn't waiting as arranged.We're getting closer to the Yatagan, only accessible by olfactory perception. I clearly perceive the green-bitter pine needle. It smells slightly animalistic, where is that coming from?" Sure, five euros bail would work but the bank is ready. Let's oblige the supporting cast so far, MahatmaGandix has been grumbling into her mead at the inn for days. The Swiss duo, the Bernese Mountain Dogs Vracache and Bloodxklebt might have time too?" If I did not have this childhood experience, to this fragrance, I would be unable to describe it adequately.