I had no notion until I smelled Gold Man that I’d had a fantasy in my mind of what the old-school animalic floral/orientals of the early 20th century were. On smelling Gold Man, I realized that I did, and that this was it. Now I understand why these old perfumes were both powdery and animalic. If you do it right, it’s brilliant.
As spectacular a ride as the top and heartnotes of this perfume are, the drydown is one of the best I’ve smelled. It’s there, softer and quieter than the topnotes, but it remains fully-fleshed and complete. The drydown isn’t just a ghost of the heartnotes.
Gold Man is powerful and distinctive. Not for shrinking violets, not for somebody who doesn’t want to be identified for his scent. Certainly not for someone who wants to read as contemporary in a pop or trendy sense. Gold Man is more a leader than a follower in this respect. It is one of a very few fragrances that I could wear forever and be utterly happy.
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