Bracken Man

There is a point somewhere after the opening, maybe ten or fifteen minutes in, where Bracken Man quietly reveals that almost everyone has been describing the wrong fragrance. The first spray is green, yes, but not the cheerful, dewy kind of green that marketing departments like to photograph beside moss-covered stones and mountain streams. It is darker than that. Bitter. Ferns, crushed leaves, damp soil still holding onto last night's rain, and a medicinal sharpness that feels less decorative than botanical, as if someone has handed you a plant whose name you don't know but instinctively understand you probably shouldn't eat. What surprised me is how little interest Bracken has in being immediately likable. Modern fragrance often spends its first thirty seconds auditioning for your approval with citrus, sweetness, or polished woods. Bracken almost seems embarrassed by the whole exercise. It walks into the room already convinced it doesn't need your permission. That confidence can easily be mistaken for distance, even severity, but spending time with it reveals something much more interesting. The lavender is a perfect example. It isn't the clean barbershop lavender that announces itself with crisp white towels and polished mirrors. Instead it folds into the greenery until both become difficult to separate, giving the fragrance a texture that feels soft without ever becoming comforting. There are moments where it almost smells like the air inside an old greenhouse, humid and filled with living things, except everything has matured beyond flowering into something woody, earthy, and quietly aromatic. As it develops, the composition begins shedding its sharper edges. Patchouli, cedar, and a gentle thread of musk slowly rise to the surface, though "surface" is probably the wrong word because nothing here arrives dramatically. The fragrance simply shifts its weight one careful inch at a time until you suddenly realize the stern herbal opening has become something remarkably elegant. Not warmer exactly. More human. Less about the forest itself than the person who has spent enough years walking through it that the scent has become part of them. This is where Bracken separates itself from so many green fragrances that mistake freshness for personality. It never feels engineered around the idea of smelling expensive. Instead it smells composed, the way someone can be quietly articulate without feeling the need to dominate every conversation. There is restraint here, but it isn't minimalism. It's confidence earned through omission. I can understand why opinions on Bracken are so divided. If your idea of green fragrance begins and ends with bright citrus, clean vetiver, or transparent aromatics, this may feel almost aggressively old fashioned at first. But I don't think it's nostalgic. It simply belongs to a lineage that assumes fragrance can ask something of the wearer instead of endlessly accommodating them. It expects patience. It rewards attention. The strange thing is that once Bracken settles into your memory, other green fragrances can start feeling simplified by comparison. Not worse, just flatter. Bracken has shadows. It has awkward transitions. It occasionally smells almost medicinal before reminding you, several minutes later, that medicine and nature have always shared the same roots. That tension is what makes it compelling. It is not the green fragrance I reach for most often. It may not even be the easiest Amouage to recommend. But every time I wear it I end up thinking about it long after it has disappeared, which is probably a better measure of success than whether strangers complimented it. Some fragrances are enjoyable while they're on your skin. Bracken is more interesting because it lingers somewhere else entirely, quietly rearranging your expectations of what "green" was supposed to mean in the first place.

I've had the fortune to experience this over a few years now, I got a bottle JUST before prices went bats*** crazy. Ill start off with the TL;DR....If you love clove, this might be the best thing you ever smelled in your life. Full stop. I think this may be my favorite fougere...just the fact that I'm mulling it over is insane, considering my tastes mostly lie completely within the vintage style space. So this mid 2010's Amouage is competing with hundreds of fragrances I've smelled stretching all the way back to the 1880's, after many classic ingredients necessary to the aforementioned style have been "banned" or brutally suppressed in the time leading up to the release of Bracken Man. There's that "tincture" quality to the ingredients that you get from vintage Guerlain and Jean Patou fragrances (i would SWEAR there's legit oakmoss absolute in this btw, but used with judicious carefulness and expertise and not just for the sake of screaming "I'm old school"). I like very much things like Beau du Jour, but that's more similar to things like Pasha de Cartier or Envy in my opinion and this is a product of a much more classic muse. In your minds eye BdJ and Bracken might be the same, but side by side on opposite wrists theyre pretty different interpretations of the fougere theme to me while both being of very high quality. The lavender is thick, exquisite and concentrated, where if some lavender is powdery then this is like super heavy lavender talc. The cypress and nutmeg are big players, but blended in a way that they're in a solely support role (as crucial as this role is) to the clove and the patchouli, the latter being the true "rockstar patchouli" that AC and Ramsey ascribe to vintage Guerlain Heritage in their reviews. The geranium and cinnamon don't pop out to me singularly, but they're obvious and traditional choices to bolster the more prominent notes. I think the cedar and sandalwood are parts of the overarching clove accord, though the actual ingredients may certainly be in the formula since its a pricey amouage. In the end, this fragrance is essentially a love letter to both the clove note itself and also deep vintage fougere compositions. Performance wise, it lasts a day on skin without ever being any kind of bomb as far as projection (unless you overspray), but projects enough for people near you to smell it without sticking their face in your neck. If you spray on clothes, this will basically still be noticeable when you dump your laundry into the machine a week+ later (I don't recommend spraying on clothes to be worn multiple times like a sweater or jacket, it wont go away lol). I don't know if i believe any fragrance is worth $500 or whatever, but I'm sure there's many people here who have much more disposable income than me. Rather than buy this for that much, I would suggest you explore vintage gold cap Heritage (currently can be had between $100-150 for a 3.4oz) Balenciaga Pour Homme in the 1oz bottle (similar prices to heritage) or even something like Targhee Forest by Rogue Perfumery. Targhee Forest is definitely less complex than Bracken, but the quality of ingredients is there and Manny Cross is a self taught independent perfumer so you can enjoy the good vibes of supporting somebody like that. I wear this anytime, including harsh cold and summer florida heat. it makes me think of it as an evening fragrance but in practice i most often wear it during the day, and i really think it can work both as a "sexy" masculine and a professional scent as long as you dont go too crazy with sprays. I would have to be facing homelessness to sell this. Even if bottles end up going for $1000....I know I will never ever have this again once its gone. Perfection doesn't exist...but Amouage Bracken for Man does.

I've been lurking here on Fragrantica for a couple of years, and this fragrance has brought me out of the shadows to join the community today, and this is my first review. I was looking for something atmospheric and ethereal, and I love a fragrance that takes me on a journey and evolves. (I ordered a set of 7 Amouage samples, and I had Interlude Man already, which takes it's wearer on a magic carpet ride). This one is like a fern grove in sun-dappled shade--warm and cool simultaneously, and refreshing throughout. The opening is a fresh and sparkling licorice and nutmeg tonic. I don't see anise in the notes, but the 3d effect is of a stimulating clove licorice seltzer. Root beer, as some have said. It is bracing, strong, and yet strangely comforting. If you stop here, you would think this is too powerful a scent to wear at the office, but as the fragrance dries, an intoxicating airiness develops--light and sweet and woody. Definitely mood lifting, and I can see why nutmeg sniffing was a thing to get high. Unfortunately, and I only realized this the next day when I sampled again, the first spray out of the sample atomizer was probably a half spray, and on my first try, the fragrance went to skin scent fairly quickly and disappointingly. On the second day, the spray was full, and the scent bubble lasted all day, and I'm smelling it here on my skin the second morning. This second try was yesterday, and about four hours in, I ordered a full bottle from ThePerfumeSpot, which has Amouage(s) at very good prices when they are in stock. As Bracken dries down through the hours, there is a breezy freshness, but grounded with the woods emerging, and the spiciness of the first hour morphs into a warm green. It's a bit of an oxymoron in this way--a mystery how warm and cool work in harmony to register distinctly within a cohesive whole. The nutmeg continues to lift the spirits throughout, and provides the air to the soil, and the overall impression is a dream of life and growth, and weightlessness. It is fresh-bottled optimism and addictive, and in four days, a full bottle will be mine. A friend helped me identify the difficulty of judging a fragrance from a sample, and even of judging from a full bottle: "be careful of those one sprays to test, and also be wary of anything that comes from an unsprayed bottle. Fragrances need some air to get things going - mainly with Creeds but applies to a lot of fragrances." I surely would have missed this beauty if I had judged from one (half) spray. And now I'm able to go for a refreshing walk through the woods wherever I find myself... Maybe a hover through the woods, rather than a walk...and I'm on an uplifting journey even when I'm sitting or standing still.

Bracken: A Love Story There is a forest where I grew up with Cyatheales' bigger than houses, mossy trees that block out all light and dark little streams with the most natural water you've ever smelt. Its vast and ancient and primordial. And Amouage have, no doubt through some arcane magic, actually managed to bottle it! Okay, enough abstract rhapsodizing (well, I'll try). Opening: Slightly medicinal, almost minty, and sharp - but showing promise. Like parking your car and finding the tourist's path - uncut grass and the slightest hint of petrol and civilization (I tried, and failed - this scent lends itself to garrulity!). Struggle through, it gets better (the smell, not the review). A couple hours in: Water hitting mossy stones and the tips of ferns, furry and damp. This is my favourite part of Bracken and, luckily for me, it lasts for ages. It smells like I'm sitting under a waterfall, raking my hand through rich soil. Almost no sky, definitely no noise; it is perfection. I really cant emphasise how much it smells like water. Water and earth and rain and rot (good rot, wholesome rot - the type that makes trees grow). The drydown: Pine (maybe Cypress? We don't get that here) forest. It's the end of the indigenous bush, damp silence giving way to traditional, man-made forests. Still beautiful, but more recognizable. Meh. Notes: I would never have guessed cloves, but I bow to better noses than mine. Now that I've read the other reviews, I can make myself believe that its a clove bomb, albeit blended in such a way that a pedestrian fragrantican like me would never know! Longevity: it lasts FOREVER on paper. My skin, which burns through perfume like a hungry traitor, keeps it for around 8 hours. I haven't asked anyone's opinion on the sillage, but I can't decide whether I want the world to know I smell like a forest witch, or keep it my own private scent (this just shows how much I love this - usually I want my fragrances to incapacitate passersby!). If I try *really* hard, and divorce my nostalgia from the chemistry, I smell the lavender and the patchouli, with a touch of bergamot (which is, by the way, usually a no-no for me). Thankfully the cinnamon escapes me. I really hope that my nose never learns to deconstruct its notes into their constituent parts; for now, it smells like Fangorn!

Your old school barbershop fougere with a twist that makes it modern. Very spicy opening. This - and I hate to say this - I like more than Bois Du Portugal and New York Intense. The twist is the spices, and it gives it much more character than the two mentioned above. It's saying a lot when I say it is better than New York Intense and Bois du Portugal, as far as oldschool barbershop fougeres go, are one of my all time loved fragrances. It stays bright sharp and spicy fougere throughout its life, but it dries down beauuutifully into soft woods and spices. Oh my god. The drydown is much cleaner than bois du portugal and new york intense. New york intense is slightly dirty, animalic, and sexy. Bois du Portugal has a woody, grassy, rough ambergris drydown. This dries down soft spicy, woody, and soapy, which is more fit for work or a nice event. The sharp spices is what differentiates itself from other old school fougeres. I love this much much more than than the other two, but for the general population of fragantica, I would say New York Intense would fit their bill if looking for an old schooler. Bois du Portugal if you hate cloves. I love cloves and spices, so yeah. If you are looking for something softer yet noticeable and long lasting, Floris Eau de Santal is a great old school fougere and the freshest I have put my nose on to date. It is so clean, subtle, does not jump out on people, and lasts a very long time. It is the most work appropriate. This is the more sigma male scent. His work speaks for him, he grabs attention with his mysterious shroud of success. He dominates humbly, yet does not brag. I get 8 hours on my skin with 3 sprays in between both carotid arteries. Some complain about Floris longevity. It could be olfactory fatigue, but I believe it is more likened to its elegant nature that lingers and tip toes down the hallway next to you and does not stomp, allowing you to get noticed. The others are the life of the party, but this man is one who makes for pleasant company who excites your butterflies in your stomach whenever he say's "I'll be over at 10". It does not wear you. You wear it. Forewarning: Floris Santal is not for the beastmode lovers, but it makes it the most pleasant scent out of all 4 mentioned.

I do not intend to write what will be a short review to defend Bracken Man—since great perfumes defend themselves—but just to drop a few questions... which i feel may help better appreciate the perfume (since it remains much misunderstood, even by expert reviewers such as Kafkaesque who called it a disappointment, compared it to a "toilet cleaner" and conclusively stated in her academic essay that "[she] wouldn’t wear it under any circumstances"). Kafkaesque ventures out to deride in a scholarly fashion (citing photographs, maps, DNA images, etc) the choice of lavender (Lavandin) used in the modern, clove based fougère (show me a perfume where the clove note is done better and I'll concede...!). She quotes Roja Dove (pity the article lacked a full, works-cited list) who described Lavandin as "Bastard Lavender"—which, according to Roja Dove, is the lowest type of lavender in the god-ordained lavender pyramid... which begs the question: Why did Fabrice Pellegrin and Olivier Cresp, two humble noses, deploy such a vile and offensive "feral" lavender at strategic locations while framing this terrifyingly marvelous monstrosity that is Bracken? Did they not hear what the guardian of the lavender kingdom, Dr. Dove, had to say about Lavandin?! Did they not realise that they were committing a crime against humanity by using Lavandin instead of the Roja Dove approved Lavender augustifolia which, according to the latter, as quoted in Professor Kafkaesque's diatribe, is truly the "true lavender" sitting incontestably at the top of the lavender mountain? Or is it that the perfumers were forced by Amouage to work on a budget and use the lowly lavandin on gunpoint despite their insistence that there were no such constraints? I read somewhere someone mention it as a "harsh-type fougère" and I've been plagiarizing the phrase ever since to refer to Bracken. It smells the way it does because that's how the nonexistent smell of the fern in question was IMAGINED by the duo! And not because of the lavandin metempsychosis as the critics have alleged. I of course write all this while Moschino Toy Boy radiates uncontrollably off my chest much to the chagrin of my co-workers, so none of it should really matter!

"If God gave ferns a scent, they would smell like...." Amouage Bracken Man Now this IS a Fougere! That quote above was from Paul Parquet, the perfumer responsible for the genre-defining 1882 Houbigant Fougere Royale, about his 1882 creation. But this modern Bracken Man is in fact, no doubt, the most "photo-realistic" fougere (fern) fragrance in history. The verdant green fern frond itself, the roots with moist soil and mud still on it and all! For all those many people who indiscriminately throw around the word "fougere" and call anything and seemingly everything a Fougere. And this is very similar to the Houbigant Fougere Royale 2010, the reimagined 1882 original, which is fantastic itself. In fact it's like the same fragrance except improved to be more photo-realistically fougere. And even with better longevity. Four sprays last me all day! And so the similarity to Fougere Royale really identifies Bracken Man as a classic Fougere. It's an earthy one with the patchouli jacked up even more prominently than the lavender. This is indeed closer to that Houbigant Fougere Royale 2010 than either Tom Ford Beau de Jour or Creed Bois du Portugal. Although, Bracken in some ways is like Fougere Royale with some added aspects of Beau de Jour. I have all of them. Interesting thing though is that I consider Bea de Jour and other modern-day fougeres as better examples of quintessential "barbershop" fougeres. That I think demonstrates how the Fougere evolved over time. In my opinion, the best Amouage that I have tried and the only one I have a full bottle of. I have a sample pack of several Amouage frags. I actually think this would be more appealing to those around me than it gets credit for. Sweet earthiness. Someone said sweet spices covered in mud. Some people like earthy fougeres and the sweet only adds to the appeal. Accords of both "green" and "earthy" should be added to the accord stack listed on this page, and high in the stack. And Bracken Man is underrated here in Fragrantica, imo. One funny thing though: this fragrance smells like a marsh or swamp, in a good way. I can't help but call this fragrance "Jimmy Hoffa's Resting Place". Why? Where are mob hits dumped?

I finally was able to get a sample of Bracken Man. I had high expectations for this fragrance, simply because it is an Amouage and I'm sure you all know I am a fan of this house. So yes, my expectations were very high. I can tell you right now, even though it has only been on my skin for about 10 minutes, my expectations have been met and I dare say have been exceeded! It makes me very happy to say so because more often than not it goes the other way. I have learned today that bracken is defined as a large fern and a large cluster of such ferns. Just based off of that definition, I don't consider the name of Bracken to be a completely accurate description of this fragrance. Although it does have some aromatic qualities that provide freshness and a bit of gentle green depth of character, this is a fougere at its core and throughout your time together with it. A very good one at that. The heart is developing as I am writing this, and I am noticing this very elegant patchouli starting to take charge and become the star. Perhaps that is the inspiration for the name. Not in a way that is making it over done or dominant over the other notes, but almost like you are searching through a dense forest of ferns and suddenly discover a patch of verdant patchouli plants, living in harmony with the lavender and geraniums. In the distance a cypress tree, in perpetual frozen motion. There is another note I have yet to bring up in this composition. And that note is Clove. I consider it the true star of this fragrance even if the patchouli is the one with the most lines. This does not go in the holiday direction at all, which was my biggest concern. This composition was obviously crafted by an expert. I used to think it didn't matter quite so much who the perfumer was, so as long as it smell good. I was wrong. Once you become advanced in smelling fragrances, you start to pick up smaller details. And masters do it so well. They are the masters for a reason. And every master has those signature skills and qualities. Oliver, thank you for your work. It is a pleasure, a great pleasure to wear Bracken Man.

It is hard to let go of the thought that someone at Amouage must have thought “Hold my beer” at some point following the release of Orto Parisi’s Viride in 2014. It is simply too easy to imagine Alessandro Gualtieri’s evocation of a “Yemeni man, who wears his traditional floral crown” in “a garden that has been planted, fertilized, and cultivated” being perceived as a provocative attempt at Amouage’s central tenet of being the sheikhs of Middle Eastern perfumery. Two years later, the release of Bracken Man became in that scenario the answer to that glove slapped right in their face by a cheeky Italian. The rough greenery of Bracken man is ever so slightly sweetened in the manner of French upscale fougères such as Invasion Barbare and other efforts of modernising the style of Pour Un Homme de Caron (1934). So where the sweetening of Viride gives a slight banana chewing gum association, you will get a more traditional vanillic tonka/lavender-combo here. Clove is the central spice that adds warmth. The use of it is quite heavy-handed and gives associations to Jacomo de Jacomo (1980) but not so much so that the overall experience leaves the office/barbershop territory. Performance is good but as so often with Amouage (and modern perfumes in general) you should be a bit careful with the dosage if you are going to wear it in confined spaces. I have to say I am impressed, and when my bottle runs out I will perhaps also try the clones that are still available. It is a pity Bracken man was discontinued, because it filled a space that is not too crowded and it avoids the ambroxan trap of several modern fougères. What it does best, perhaps, is to combine artistry with wearability just perfectly. If Invasion Barbare represents the decadent luxury of Ancient Rome and Viride represents the barbaric invaders, Bracken Man is their lovechild, the one that after all brings balance to the continent.

An excitingly unique and hypnotic blend of blissful notes. It opens with an unexpected damp earth, which slightly unnerved me, as it was alive with with real wet leaves and a damp, earthy forest floor. Luckily this doesn’t last long, before my favourite phase with the powdery patchouli begins. I wasn’t expecting it to be such a patchouli scent - but on me it’s majorly patchouli dominant, with a gentle fougere hum. In fact, it reminds me of Jovoy’s ‘Psychedelique’ as there’s so much damp, green patchouli. Later on a sweetness emerges from the cinnamon and the intriguing spice from divine cloves drives this scent to the end, many, many hours later. This is so much better than Bracken Woman (which I also have) as the Man version has a warm and welcoming soul, whereas the Woman version remains cold, clinical and clean. What’s interesting here is that I’m female, and I’d happily wear Bracken Man. I let my boyfriend smell it and he instantly said it reminds him of the green Polo scent that his dad used to wear. This didn’t put me off. It was almost going to be one of my favourites, if it had stayed in the middle phase of herbaceous patchouli. Although I love the spicy cloves, the Christmasy cinnamon dry-down puts me off as I tend to shy away from anything remotely sweet. Summery: a fizzy patchouli aromatic haze with powdered green ferns - it’s spectacular.

A bright and zingy opening., Really green which I like. Then a bergamot/lemon blast appears however still got that Amouage DNA. The top notes don’t stay long and the woods come out and it’s starting to resemble a lighter epic man in the mids. Nice clean woods. The naturals are really singing in this one, I am wondering if it will last that long. The green and woods together is working well and it’s really well balanced. I think this can be worn most seasons and is office safe haha. It’s a little tart/sharp a little like the opening of sospiro vibrato however smoother than that one. I’m hoping the base kicks in soon as this is a potential masterpiece..... Starting to get the nutmeg one thru which is weird as it’s a top note it’s bringing depth to the fragrance. The scent isn’t challenging however it’s so good... Is there clove in this, I swear I can detect it however it’s not on the note breakdown. It’s giving a spicy edge as it dries now. Oh here comes the patchouli, I love natural patchouli.....mixed with the musks this is really working for me. Also the soft spices are sticking around. In the drydown it becomes a more recognized Amouage fragrance: warm, mysterious, deep....just beautiful.

I just got my hands on a sample. Wow, Bracken Man is an incredibly well-executed, three-dimensional fougère; a stand-out entry in an olfactory genre jam-packed with bangers and mediocrity alike. Sorely disappointed in its discontinuation, otherwise I would've sprung for a full bottle. Unlike its zingier/fresher contemporaries, Bracken Man carries a well-balanced and unparalleled smoothness: It envelopes you like a creamy, warmly spiced drink, with a dash of uplifting sweetness. The cloves and nutmeg combine with the patchouli and sandalwood seamlessly, eschewing the citric, camphoric, or coniferous astringency that can crinkle the nose. Given Bracken Man's discontinuation, the most pleasing alternative I can think of is Creed Viking - at least the older batches (2018ish) that have had a chance to mature. By no means is it a substitute -- Viking feels much fresher and "friendlier" with the pink pepper and peppermint -- but the spices and wood profiles are otherwise similar. As an Amouage creation comprising top-quality ingredients, Bracken Man proffers a subtle yet unmistakable "wow" factor that entries like Fougère Royale and TF Beau de Jour lack, comparatively.

The best fougere fragrance on the market (it's discontinued, so it's not on the market anymore lol), no questions asked. By discontinuing it, Amouage shot itself in the knee. Outright, you're blasted with a beautiful scent of forest floor vegetation mixed with a little bit of citrus and lavender. Almost earthy, but only a little bit, not to overwhelm any other notes. As the citruses fade, the forest nuances stay and mix with a wooden accord seasoned with some spices. The DNA reminds me of Amouage Beach hut but it's more aromatic rather than "green" like Beach Hut. And the performance? For a fragrance that can easily be used all year long (even in summer), it's just insane. It's going to sit on your skin for HOURS, and I'm not exaggerating, nuclear performance. If you have a chance to buy it I'd rather suggest testing it first as it's not your usual aromatic/fresh fragrance, if you liked Beach Hut, though, there is a high chance you will love Bracken Man. It's an amazing fougere fragrance that will make you sad because fragrance houses don't produce blends like that anymore. I really hope it will come back one day.

Off the hop you definitely get the cloves albeit they are blended well. I am almost reminded of a faint bay rum type of scent with the opening and that lasts about 20 minutes before it settles down. I kind of dig it now. The dry down is beautiful on this and reminds me very much of the original Woody Sandalwood scent from the Body Shoppe from many years ago. I was introduced to that scent 22 years ago when my brother returned home from across the country. He was wearing that at the time and I picked it up later in life. This scent is very close to that scent which is a slight soapy, spicy, sandalwood dry down. It is very friendly and could be worn easily to the office. Actually this scent once it drys down could be easily dressed up or down for that matter. I don't think this scent is an in your face projecting scent but I do think that people would get a nice scent trail off you. I have many Amouage fragrances and do like where they are going as Beach Hut Man is one of my faves.

I absolutely had to throw my hat is in the ring and say im in love with AMOUAGE BRACKEN MAN. I'm in love with Amouage in general and the only Amouage fragrances i've tried and hated is the dreaded FATE MAN My comment is that Amouage Bracken Man is pure clove and fresh spice bliss with a very very light hint of clean rain forest soil and fresh cut foliage of a heavenly clean smelling rain forest fern *Hense the name bracken*. There is not a thing i would want to change about this fragrance. Dressed up and casual it works in any and all situations and in any season. If you're a fan of Amouage and like the thought of a Fragrance made of cloves mixed with fresh spice and a hint of earthy green perfection. All blended in an exotic and very talented way. I would even go as far as saying blind buy AMOUAGE BRACKEN MAN. Scent is 11/10

If you like the barber shop cologne genre then Bracken Man is one of the best interpretations. The high quality ingredients just stand apart from those in cheaper brands. The notes are real with no hint of chemicals or alcohol fillers, from the initial spray they open up and spread out into the space around you, and they are very pleasant. For three to four hours, you and those close by, will be mesmerised by the citruses, woods, aromatics, spices and musk aromas swirling in the air. Bracken Man is for day time wear with the fantastic top and middle notes at their best for about four hours. The dry down will keep you smelling good for a further three to four hours. The person who likes traditional barber shop cologne, will find Bracken Man pleasing, with it's wonderful smells of citrus, woods, spices and musk.

Smells very fougere but modern, the cypress and the cloves is quite dominant. It's like walking inside a forest or inside a barbershop depending on what you imagine. It smells really deluxe and upscale. Hard to wear on t shirt and jeans. Smells really classy. You have to dress classy to pull this off. You can detect the quality of the blend. It's very addicting and smooth. This is like a suit and tie fragrance, so this means it's hard to use this as an everyday frag with your t-shirt and jeans. I understand those people who hated this because yes it smells like a fern liquidated and bottled, but to me it smells like a barbershop and a classy gentlemen. Performance Lasts long on skin with average projection. I tested this on a rainy day I got wet but still it projects.

This is the best clove fragrance out there. I've been looking and looking and this is the hands-down winner so far. Caron's 3rd Man (le troisieme homme) makes great use of clove as a unique supporting note to a more classic fougere scent structure, but this one has the clove driving the bus. I also love the way this blends the clove with a more greenish accord, none of the leather impression as from the Caron - this is very much "outdoorsy" as the review below me has described. With too much sweetness, clove can be offensive to a lot of people, but this is clove used magnificently. Spicy, earthy, lush and semi-sweet. I was predisposed to think this was going to be a definitive Fall/Autumn fragrance, but it's far more versatile.

Hahah holy mooly when i put this on my son said i smelld like a dirty cleaning bucket, and he is not that far off, this scent is awsome and realy makes you think and smell, Its very sharp on the cloves and lemon, Its a like a dirty fresh clove nightmarish fougere in the opening that mellows down into a more subdued scent, i dont realy get the nuttmeg Its a shame cause im a sucker for that smell, but alas Its one off The more Imaginary exprimental amouages not the dull smooth affairs off dia, jubi, reflection etc this is more (Omg i dont want to say it) art.... Its not safe for blind buys Iff you enjoy to chalenge your nose and reward your imagination and also like Fougereish style perfume this is for you..

I completely agree. It is honestly mind-boggling that this was discontinued, especially when there are other Amouage fragrances that would have made far more sense to retire instead. I absolutely love the DNA of this scent. It feels as if Christopher Chong’s brief was simply to create the most unique and accomplished fougère possible. Because at its core, it is a fougère, but one that lasts all day, feels distinctive, and reveals subtle twists that keep it special. Discontinuing it only makes sense if certain materials were banned. I truly cannot see any other reason to pull such a masterpiece. And when you think about it, Amouage no longer has a proper fougère in its lineup. That is pretty unbelievable.