Fahrenheit

(Comparison of new formulations of the EdT and the parfum (Le Parfum)) We’re not going to go into vintage Fahrenheit here. Perhaps another day I will do a write-up comparing the new formulation of the EdT to one of my vintage bottles from the early 1990s. Suffice it to say that Fahrenheit is different, but not markedly to the point that you are truly missing out. Dior have fortunately and thankfully kept this juggernaut well intact over the past 30 years. To keep it very brief: the fuel accord has been dialed back in new formulations, and the freshly tanned leather put more forward. Only Fahrenheit devotees and vintage collectors will feel a need to have a (expensive) vintage original, so do not rush to your preferred aftermarket resale app on your phone with your mortgage payment in hand. It is honestly, for most people, not worth it. The Le Parfum - now that’s a different installation to the Fahrenheit saga, but despite some of the flack it has received I agree with many others that its a welcome and compelling new chapter, especially when compared to some of the other Fahrenheit flankers lobbed at us over the years. The opening of the EdT instantly states to you that you’re in for something different. I’ve never truly bought into this note pyramid; it is likely yet another example of a house overcomplicating things to grab attention. Or perhaps, given the unusual and complicated story behind Fahrenheit, they just weren’t sure what to put. There is a warm, honeyed, and slightly sweet floral facet. Hawthorn has this, but so does honeysuckle and chamomile. You pick. Then there is the “fuel” note Fahrenheit is so famous for. Violet leaf has this for sure, that chemically, volatile, hyper-herbal ammonia type quality, but hawthorn can also have this facet as well. Which one is bolstering which? You pick. Amidst this swirl of warm yet volatile contrasts are a touch of aldehydes, a shimmer of bright yellow-green and sour bergamot, and a touch of oily soapy lavender. It’s weird, and it shouldn’t work, but it does. Brilliantly. Immediately the freshly tanned leather accord plays upwards. It’s hot and animalic. This imagery has been used before but it is truly the best way of putting it: imagine a motorcyclist’s leather jacket in the summer heat, the heat and humidity forcing the tanning chemicals’ VOCs to off-gas into a cloud around the bad boy biker, and you clearly perceive that he spilled fuel on himself at this stopover. That’s pretty much it. The EdT finishes on an aromatic woody and dry patchouli inflection of this leather. As for the Le Parfum, its opening dials back the oddity of the EdT by presenting waxy-fruity and spicy rainbow peppercorns, a juicier bergamot than the EdT, and ample amounts of oily lavender. Though the contrasting and volatile nature has been mostly erased, there is a muscularity and lawless energy here that makes you think you are still speaking to the same bad boy biker, but perhaps he’s traded in the biker’s leathers for a field jacket instead... and maybe took a low dose benzo. Err... maybe just grown up a bit. The violet leaf is still present in the Le Parfum, but it’s been steered to an oily herbal direction that has significant overlap with the lavender. The vanillic benzoin-heavy amber base is making itself known, and its swirling-about with these domesticated notes from the upper layers gives Le Parfum a refined playboy’s swagger and sexiness. I wouldn’t call Le Parfum polite, but it’s just more polite than the EdT. Fahrenheit is still a bit of a lout. The leather accord to Le Parfum is darker, smokier, and earthier thanks to birch tar as opposed to the hot-animalics of the styrax in the EdT. It’s dialed in with the deep vanillic amber notes very well, the gentle smokiness keeping the amber aloft and never letting the benzoin steer Le Parfum downwards into a sweet and lumpen vanillic mess. Le Parfum does get a touch sweeter, tamer, and more vanillic at the final skin scent but the smokey charred wood facet still lingers a bit, and the “bourbon vanilla” description becomes quite apt since this smells like the charred barrels used to age bourbon. Our bad boy has maybe had a bit too much to drink, it seems. I’m going to leave the EdT right where it is because I cannot say anything novel about it that others already have not. It’s a timeless masculine leather classic that is likely going to live on for another 30 years and longer - or so I hope. If you’re an animalic leather fan and you haven’t smelled this, you’re failing. The Le Parfum deserves some more time and comments because it is, honestly, genuinely very good and a very pleasant spin on the original. It’s always a fraught endeavor messing with a classic, and I’m going to bet that Demachy was none too thrilled with the assignment (particularly given the deserved lack of success for some of Fahrenheit’s earlier flankers) - “you want me to do WHAT to Fahrenheit now??” “Make it a sweet leathery vanillic amber, Franky.” He nailed it though. This is the only Fahrenheit flanker I own, and the only one I have ever truly desired to own. Look to the Le Parfum when you want Fahrenheit but Fahrenheit made more tasteful for formal occasions or date nights in cool/cold temperatures. Keep the bike at home.

REVIEWER: Professional gentleman in his 60's with the mature, masculine, old-school tastes one would expect from a fellow my age. I've been collecting fragrances for a while now and have about 100 in my collection. This review, like many of my others, took on a life of its own, and I've attempted to make it an interesting read. Pour a whiskey, light a cigar, put your feet up, and enjoy the ride... These are just one man's not so humble opinions. Your mileage may vary. CONTEXT: Although the current formulation is but a shadow of it's original 1988 magnificence, Dior Fahrenheit (EDT, not the Le Parfum) is a bulwark of rugged individualism set against the gender chaos wrought by radical feminism on younger generations of both men AND women. But I'll leave that particular discussion to other fora. I was 29 when DF came out in 1988. I was climbing my way up to the apex of my profession and beginning my entrepreneurial endeavors. DF was the Dior Sauvage Elixir of its day, but with colossal cojones. If you've got those, and the confidence that comes with them, this fragrance MAY BE perfect for you. This frag really appeals to traditional men, and the women who appreciate them. That unapologetic eau de gasoline and motor oil are perfect for guys who enjoy orthodox manly pursuits like restoring a vintage automobile, motor sports, working on a project in your well-equipped shop, hunting or fishing. If you've ever operated an outboard motor or cleaned a firearm, you'll understand the vibe of DF. What disturbingly effeminized, low-T, younger men may eschew as "old fashioned" these days, I classify as mature, hyper-masculine sigma-male. Because of this debilitating cultural trend, DF can actually be quite intimidating to beta men. It is a rather entertaining exercise to swagger into a roomful of people wearing DF (or another ultra-masculine frag like vintage Polo green or Drakkar Nior) and watch the betas cower and retreat before you, while simultaneously attracting those men with a similar, commanding presence, and the women who esteem those attributes. Polarizing? Hell yeah. But in an an effectively discriminating fashion. DF truly separates the men from the soy boyz. OPENING: This beast opens up like walking into a gas station from history, one with bays and lifts and mechanics wiping their greasy mitts on their overalls. It truly does does smell like gas. It conjures in me fond memories of cleaning a carburetor in a bucket of gasoline with an old toothbrush in preparation for a rebuild. How that petro-aroma evolves from the alchemy of nutmeg, florals, citrus and cedar is truly an occult mystery. I've given up attempting to fathom that sorcery. It's unimportant. DRYDOWN: The petrochemical dance begins to abate, but not entirely disappear. The leathery, woody, musky, ambery, earthy notes begin to dominate the experience. How those florals listed in the mid notes contribute is, again, part of this complex scent journey I'll never understand. But that, too, is unimportant. DF is a palpable olfactory adventure that I find quite enjoyable, indeed. PERFORMANCE: Tactical Application - A SINGLE spray on the chest, under the shirt, is sufficient for MANY hours of close-quarter operations like a car trip, mass transit, elevators, or an intimate date night. If you intend to deploy DF for a date, it should NOT be a first-date, LOL. After your first dinner, wearing some mass-pleaser like BDC Parfum, take a stroll with your date through the mall and float it by her at a fragrance counter on your way to the movie theater. Or contrive another creative way to introduce it without the risk of actually wearing it. Strategic Application - If you REALLY want to make a statement in a room full of people, DF can be an effective enhancement to your native charisma. But, without the charisma, DF will be useless at best, and detrimental at worst. This type of deployment will require a couple more sprays. More than three total, however, may result in MAD, mutually-assured destruction, socially for you and olfactorily for those in the blast-radius. Be conservative with it! DF projects monstrously and lasts for friggin' ever! Once it's on, you're committed until you bathe or die. And even if you die, DF will continue to project. Caution: If you intend to PUT THIS ON, be certain you can PULL IT OFF. It takes a special kind of guy to wear DF. If you're NOT, DF will surely wear YOU. And that's just pitiful. VERSATILITY: DF works best in cooler weather, day or night, under all but the most formal of occasions. If you're wearing your tux, use something like Creed Absolu Aventus for cryin' out loud, not DF. BOTTOM LINE: Scent:--------10/10 or -10/10, again, it's polarizing Longevity:-----10/10 Sillage:---------9/10 Versatility:------6/10 Value:-----------8/10

Fahrenheit, the bold classy My Story: The first time I smelled this perfume was on my best friend back in the summer of 1995 in Madrid. I was a teenager who spent all his time playing football with his friends, and that day he arrived wearing this perfume that I could smell from a kilometer away. It was so magnificent, it enveloped you in a bubble of aura, and its power was incredible. When I got to his house, without even asking, I saw the 100ml bottle of this marvel on his desk and I was petrified about the simplicity and amazing bottle. From that day until today, I haven't been able to get that perfume out of my head. But in those wonderful years, my mind and heart belonged to Loewe Esencia, Massimo Dutti EDT, or Quorum, and of course, Cool Water, which was "the" perfume for me—in capital letters. I never bought it or received it as a gift, but I always longed for it. To say Fahrenheit in the mid-90s was to speak of majesty, of having a very strong personality. It evoked a tough guy who was completely different from the fougères I mentioned earlier, with that indecipherable touch of rebellion and the famous "gasoline smell." It wasn't a perfume for a teenager, neither because of the price nor the ambitions, but that scent has haunted me to this day. Recently, when I started collecting perfumes again in the winter of 2025, Fahrenheit and YSL Opium were my top luxury priorities. It was like going back to the past and reliving those days. I finally found it in a famous store in Japan, the 50ml bottle, which was 50% off. Buying it finally fulfilled one of my dreams, one I never had before because I always thought, "I'll buy it in the future"... but I never took the plunge. Every perfume has a story to tell, memories, goals, aspirations, dreams. In my case, it's special because it reminds me of my childhood and the person I wanted to be in the future. My Thoughts: Fahrenheit is the epitome of class in big letters: elegant, bold, mature, sensual, arrogant, a distinct unique aroma that even nowdays with all Arabs coping every single perfume you can name it they can't even do this for a reason is far away of my understanding. Is very versatile in day time for office, meeting or night time(where really show out) for a romantic dinner or special occasion well dressed as required. I usually spray like 8 all my perfumes and in this one in a cold night could be too much. Is not offensive, but strong, so careful. Stronge sillage, enormous longevity For the New Generations: Mmmmm, is not dated for sure, isn't new wage definitely, but if you are wearing big jackets, Nike air max and loose pants this perfume is not for you, is like order caviar in Pizza Hut. You'd buy in order to wear properly clothes, not for clubbing but dating, is going to give sensual and character enough to let down on your knees your partner, trust me. Verdict: -Longevity: 9 -Projection: 9.5 -Sillage: 9 -Scent: 10 -Blind Buy: NO -Worth Value: 8.5 9.5

I would recommend to start slow with Fahrenheit EDT. One spray in a key location that will be at least semi-covered by clothing, like where your neck meets your chest. After enough experiences wearing it, you can adjust as needed/liked. This is a good scent to also wear if being outside all day (I spray it only one more time if I know that's where I'll be). The thing about being noticed with this is just that it can be strong in a way that people might not like in this era of colognes. There is also the use of spraying clothing AHEAD OF TIME. If you're going out for the night, you can spray this ONCE, 1-2 hours ahead of time on a shirt and then wear something else on your skin while this does its thing. There's also a thing of just buying one of the clones of this as they all seem to not be exactly 1 to 1, but play on this profile that has ruled for over 25 years. I wish I could recommend a clone but I have experience with this so I just buy this. I am interested in what the flankers smell like, especially the ones that are hard to find. The profile of this scent has not changed though I will say it's been toned down a bit from the original level of power. It still projects and though it's not for everyone, people who know/notice you're wearing it, will remember you were in the room even after you leave. There is a true masculine profile that comes from multiple aspects in this cologne that many associate with gasoline or tanned leather. There is much more to it than people realize, though it can take time to get there if you over spray, which I think is often the issue. It's a profile that even if you have a single drop of it, on you (like on your fingers/hands) you'll likely notice it again afterwards, even if you've layered it. To me that shows how unique the profile is and it plays well into a few other fragrances, turning them from being light to seemingly having a "darker"/masculine side. Though I was born in NYC, I spent my childhood in England. During the late 80s, early 90s, I was surrounded by many male role models, most being my uncles who all seemed unable keep women away. They each were different (I had 5 of them) but they ALL were masculine and the youngest of them was the one that lived in the house the longest. This, well the OG, was his signature scent. He had multiple women, often worked as a bouncer at a club (he was a black belt in a martial art), and occasionally DJ'd. I used to sneak and spray this before going to school...I'd get attention both positive and negative due to being a kid wearing cologne...and by lunchtime not only had it calmed down, I still would get the "you smell grown" compliments. Needless to say, I got in trouble with my uncle for over wearing it lol. I know of a specific product called "Jeyes Fluid" that to me smells like this also. It's not common to find but it's known for it's strong smell.

Honestly the best fragrance I've ever owned, signature fragrance since I was 17. Consider this, if your idea of a good cologne is not based on how sweet it smells, or how much vanilla it has. Consider it, if you value timeless things over whatever is trending, and, if you are willing to smell "outside the box". Consider it, if you have goals and confidence. On the smell: thick (and I mean thick) black leather with strong floral and citrussy notes. The dry down feels natural, like a pretty bouquet of flowers slowly withering over time, with their scent changing from flowery to dry, crisp hay, while the leather and other darker notes hardly change, despite the fact that you can't pinpoint the most dominant smell due to the excellent blending. The violet leaf is amazing, it genuinely makes you stop for a second to appreciate it. The petrol smell some mention is true, though debatable, if it is really that prominent, or just a product of mass psychosis; however, you have to like the whiff of fuel you smell when you pass by a gas station to really enjoy this fragrance. Important to mention: it does not smell sweet at all, unlike most fragrances on the market. Performance: solid and strong for the first four hours, then somewhat weaker. Easily lasts through the day, I've received compliments at 7 pm, after two sprays at 7 am. Can be overpowering if you apply four or more sprays (learnt the hard way), two is fine for casual wear, and three is for wanting to make a statement. When to wear: practically anytime, any season. In cold weather, the leather performs incredibly, lasting even longer, while in warmer weather, the floral notes really come out, making it a safe choice for spring and summer days also. Beware of overapplying in hot conditions, start with one and work your way up to find your "dose". The only time I wouldn't recommend it is, if it's hot enough outside to consider not leaving the house at all. If you want to visualise it: think of a NYC metro station at night, half lit, with the sound of a nearby dive bars rock music leaking in; evening drive through a field of flowers after rainy summer day, in a car with leather interior, and you can still feel the warmth of the day in the thick, moist air; an eagle diving for its prey. Conclusion: dark, unique, freaky fragrance, signature worthy. To be frank: it smells like someone who fucks and knows it, and you have to look and act the part, otherwise it will feel weird. Just bought a 200ml bottle, looking forward to bathing in it. -A

@lyzergnature: You said: "Dior Fahrenheit doesn’t introduce itself — it *arrives*." - Absolutely! But then acts like it owns the place... That's the reason the 200ml bottle I bought back in the summer of 1996 still has about 100ml of juice in it. What can I say? My father had bought it once in 1989 and I wanted one for myself ever since. But I soon found out that, if anyone is wearing this fragrance in a closed space not only will I pick up the scent immediately, but in under three minutes I will know who it is. I can pick up it's scent in the silage in an open space three minutes after someone wearing this has walked by (unless it's really windy). If I sniff the cap is the only time I get a hint of gasoline but then I get to have a lingering hint of cucumber and white flowers scent stuck in my nostrils for at least an hour. I still like it, no question about that, honeysuckle and jasmine is a staple scent of summer nights in garden gatherings in my country, even when no one is wearing this. And yet, in my age, discretion is the peer of valor. I still don't get the rubber some people claim they get. And I never got the "super masculine / macho vibe" from it. To me it smells happy, playful and bright. A super masculine dude would be more on the gruff side, I would expect he would smell dark, bitter and smoky, for sure not white flowers and cucumber, but that's just me. I totally agree about the memories part, though. @Gibbo The Gaited: You said: ""Has a reputation for being associated with negative memories" who writes this shit?" - Alpha widows, perhaps? Edit 1: I do smell badass when I layer it with Fahrenheit Le Parfum, I kid you not, I smell like someone who would "find your lack of faith disturbing", (if he had the face and demeanor of Jaime Lannister as portrayed by Nikolaj Coster-Waldau). Edit 2: I am not able to understand people's complaints about reformulations, perhaps because my only direct personal experience with Fahrenheit is a bottle of 1996 vintage and I cannot smell any sillage off me until after the dry down. I assure you, the sillage of it as I smell it off other people, has not changed since the first time I smelled it off my father in 1989 - and olfaction is the sense most closely associated with memory - I remember scents well.

I put off trying this for years, I kept hearing it smells like “gas” and that it’s very unapproachable. I can confirm to you that both of those statements are misleading, it is an easily enjoyable woody-leather-floral that most people will like. It’s also not as incredibly masculine as people seem to think. There are many notes in this fragrance, more than you would ever see today. It looks like a mess, but when you smell it they all come together to form a complete and cohesive scent. I don’t get gasoline, but rather a clash of floral and industrial notes resulting in an ozonic smell of cut grass. We don’t get fragrances this boundry pushing anymore, so buy this incase it is ever discontinued. Upon first spray the gas/industrial accord is at it’s strongest due to violet leaf and cedar mixing, as it dries down it fades away to the warmer leather/wood base. A selection of florals give this fragrance it’s backbone and nutmeg adds a bit of spice. I heard the invention of this fragrance was a mistake and the result of ingredients mixing after being thrown in the trash, I can believe that as it is such an odd recipe that works against all odds. It has character in spades, and will make you stand out completely from the teenage gourmond crowd. It is a little more mature but in a sexy way, not an old man way and it feels very confidence inspiring to wear. Preformance is just good, about 7-8 hours with strong projection for 4. The trail you leave in the air is even better than when you smell close up, it projects well and gets you noticed in a positive way. Many women like this scent profile because it reminds them of masculine figures in their lives, it smells like a sexy middle aged man who just cut the grass and put on a cologne. I am so glad I got to buy a 100ml of this, it is truly a one of a kind fragrance and I worry it will be discontinued one day. If you have any interest at all in this scent profile I emplore you to try it, it’s different in the best way possible. Solid 9/10 for me, if we are talking uniqueness then it’s a 10.

The Terminator from Terminator 2 Martin Riggs from Lethal Weapon John McClane from Die Hard Detective Gino Felino from Out for Justice Jack Burton from Big Trouble in Little China Blade from...Blade If you are incapable of defending your old lady's honor in a bloody street fight, direct your feeble arms to Versace Eros, because Dior Fahrenheit is too heavy for you. Puberty is not enough to wear this. If you spray this on you, and you can't change a tire, you look as ridiculous as a toddler putting on his father's work boots. This is inescapable, and everyone will know. You do not wear this with shorts, sneakers, or formal wear. (You may wear it barefoot if you are shooting terrorists in Nakatomi Plaza.) Neither casual nor formal, this fits a certain animal in the darkness of society. This is for the sons whose mothers ignored Willie Nelson and let them be cowboys. This is for the pool hall around shady characters, the lone and fearless walks down the alley, work boots during the week, "going out" boots during the weekend, and lifting heavy objects seven days a week. The delightful "gasoline" opening goes away after a few minutes. The drydown brings me back to the fire academy, where our classroom and equipment smelled like burnt hay after our training. The nutmeg, cedar wood, vetiver, leather, and musk notes make something classic. It has *just* enough floral notes to make it clean and elegant. If you grew up in the late 80s and early 90s, you know this fragrance from that special someone who smoked Marlboro Reds and could be counted on to handle anything. They were like shooting stars, too good to live long or find a place in our fluid society. However, this fragrance is a classic because of them. Whether intentional or not, the red bottle's symbolism is prescient; it is unapologetically not blue. There's an appeal to fresh and sweet fragrances, as the men's fragrance industry is catering directly to women's wishes, but Fahrenheit is not for simps.

What the fuck is even going on in the comments lol. Before things went off the rails the comments here inspired me to just get the 1oz bottle. I bit the bullet because i'm something of a Dune collector, and while I know this has a different DNA, I know that it's from a similar era to Dune which I cherish. Not to mention clearly this has unisex appeal and some pretty complex and unusual notes listed and accords mentioned. Needless to say, I love this perfume as a spritz under the shirt. My impressions are as such: I do not get kerosene, or gasoline, or anything like that. I mostly get violet and rose, from the carnation probably, which to me is a classic masculine scent. In the old days, men wore rose while women wore more incensey or botanical perfumes...you can find this information in an article somewhere here on good ol' Fragrantica. I love the soapiness of nutmeg flower, too, which this clearly showcases. As it dries down, I get carried away on a bed of leathery woods and the slightest tinge of overripe oranges. To me, this functions as a franken-chypre AND as a mutant fougère. Think about it. Citrus, floral, vetiver in lieu of moss. Lavender, nutmeg AND coumarin, and again the vetiver, but also the patchouli. If you can follow even remotely what I am saying then I commend you. My perfume reviews often manifest as word salad. The nexus of this review is that Fahrenheit is magically unisex because it is a shape shifter. Everybody say, thank you violet. It is almost laughably classic while also being confoundingly new and subversive. I love that. Edit 1.1.26 If you like me are a demonic unisex layerer, try this with Dulzura it's surprisingly harmonious and smells like a candy store in the 80's. This will also bring the gasoline note to the forefront on the drydown, I think the buttermilk somehow amplifies it, while also bringing out the more edible notes like the cucumber... Trust...or don't. Is my nose broken? Maybe. Do I care? Also maybe

*Update Batch 4A06, 2024 batch, 1 year since purchase* My bottle of Fahrenheit edt has sssslowly improved as far as the performance and actual scent profile, but although progress has been slow, it has improved BY LEAPS AND BOUNDS! If any fragrance has made me a believer in the "Maturation Process" it's the current formulation of Fahrenheit edt! (And maybe Bently Absolute for men, lol) When I first got Fahrenheit almost exactly a year ago (was my 2025 Christmas gift to myself😉) I was beyond dissapointed, to the point that I was CONVINCED Id recieved a fake. It smelled like used soapy "Bath water" to me and it faded from my skin within half an hour! I even got a refund for it which I now feel guily about, but they let me keep my bottle which was really kind of the shipper. Fahrenheit would improve slightly over the following 8 or so weeks, but no major changes, so I'd put it away for around 6 months, came back to it and it'd improved a lot as far as performance, but it still wasn't up to par with OG Fahrenheit as far as the smell (Still smelled really soapy) so I put it away again. Well I just now dug it back out another 4 months later, sprayed it and OMG! ITS FREAKIN' FAHRENHEIT! I have many fragrances which have improved over time, and although its been well worth it, this has been one of the slowest to improve. So Guys (and gals) if you LOVED Fahrenheit back in the day, but are afraid to pick up a bottle bc of all these sad reformulation stories, YES, New Fahrenheit batches do SUCK at first, but if you're patient enough you will end up happily satisfied like I have been! It now lasts on skin 6 to 7 hours with solid projection for 1 and a half to 2 hours depending on sprays and smells like actual Fahrenheit/"Clean-Gasoline". Also it is EXCEEDINGLY EASY to go nose-blind to so DO NOT spray it around your face bc you wont be able to enjoy it. Just some friendly advice from one fraghead to his Frag-Fam! CHEERS!

I’m reviewing this fragrance from the perspective of the average person. While detailed scent breakdowns can be useful, not everyone relates to them. I’m more focused on how the fragrance comes across in real life, especially to someone experiencing it without any context. To help with that, I’ve included the opinion of a female friend. This is a subjective, experience-based review. Dior Fahrenheit EDT is my signature scent. It doesn’t hit as hard or last as strongly as older formulations, but the smell itself is still unmistakable. To me, it’s a mysterious and very unique fragrance. At first spray, you get lavender, nutmeg, and mandarin, but it quickly turns into something harder to describe. While many suggest petrol, it is not exactly, but rather it gives off a similar vibe. It is atypical. In the same way you can be attracted to the smell of petrol, fresh wood stain, or a warm shed in summer, you might not know why you like it, but something about it works. I’ll admit I’m biased because of how connected to it I am. When I wear Fahrenheit, I feel invincible. Some fragrances are bold and direct, others are sharp and precise, but this feels different, this is magic, ethereal, a forgotten sensation. My female friend also picked up on how unique it is and said it clearly leans masculine. What stood out most to her was how easy it is to recognise compared to other scents. It is not her favourite fragrance but it is unmistakable. A statement. Performance is where I have to be a bit more balanced. It lasts on my skin all day until I shower, but the projection isn’t what it used to be. My 2025 bottle has fairly modest sillage, projecting about a foot for the first 1-2 hours, then sits much closer to the skin and may need reapplying. Given the uniqueness of the fragrance I can see it being worn any season, night or day.

Perhaps the fragrance that defined an era in the mighty Fougère classics of a bygone era and to be quite frank, redefines a persona of masculinity that has somewhat been largely lost in today's mindless sea of redundancy in fragrances except for a few rare holdouts in the niche/indie realm. Yes, perhaps today's rendition is a mere silhouette of this once great juice that practically personified a stoic and undeterred masculine essence & standing. Yet, there are still remnants of this once powerful & glorious scent that remains to this day. Undoubtedly neutered after nearly 40 years in existence I still find an easy composure that signals a sense of strength and virility that few fragrance houses today can create or even less care to do so. An aging king that has lost it's strength & exuberance but, still stands in defiance and remembrance for what it once stood for in the Fougère genre. A fragrance that's an ode to a time that will never return but, will live in legend and lore for all times. A fragrance that molded Men to the eternal code of masculinity, integrity & honor with a little or a lot of mischief thrown in and made those around them recognize that aura or presence. Don't be fooled into thinking women despised this fragrance as contrary to belief, this created a certain magnetism that only drew them in closer to those that were Alpha or Sigma dominant in the flesh. Violet, Leather & Woods. It's all a man really needs for his duty on this Earth. Don't believe me? Ask the women that have given birth to sons & daughters solely on the aura of this fragrance. They do have a story to tell. "The King is Dead, Long Live the King!"

Opening is just as a very fine new leather jacket. Literally the smell I remember when I purchased my first one. Then it significantly drops in masculinity and provides you with a mix of much warmer Italian leather, lavender, meadow, plus some pleasant chemical burn and sourness of what I understand is supposed to be gasoline. Though I couldn’t spot even half of the listed notes. Would love to think that it’s because all of that green mix blends so well and creates a natural feeling of petrol, but I believe the recipe is much simpler and more chemical-based. The performance isn’t that monstrous as I expected. I thought Fahrenheit was le parfum or at least edp, but it’s in fact edt. It becomes subtle in less than 4 hours. For the price, I expected better value. People say that it's due to multiple reformulations. Really wondering to test the OG bottle Honestly, I’m losing my mind with such a blend of technical and natural notes. In my opinion, here it was perfectly composed to be pleasant for both mass consumers and more tempted noses. It’s indeed masculine, but at the same time, it’s not only for grown fully bearded folks - I think it’s even appropriate enough for someone in their 20s. Really great signature fragrance Legendary fragrance with its own charisma. I can’t stress enough how unbelievable it is to have a mass-appealing gasoline-based fragrance. Subjectively, it’s a pretty safe purchase, yet i’d recommend to test it before getting one, just in case

This is from the days when men smelt like men, and fragrances had to be bold enough to cut through uncatalysed leaded car fumes and omnipresent cigarette haze. It opens with a sweet orange grassy burst, the famous fresh gasoline accord, and ozone (the subtle metallic chlorine smell of a foggy field) but this indulgence doesn't stick around for long, just like the naïve optimism you felt at the start of your career. Once the alcohol dries the composition gets darker- the sweetness disappears, the green notes deepen to rich florals, the spilled gasoline becomes an oily residue, an old cracked leather backbone is revealed. Spending Sunday in the garage adjusting the timing on a vintage Harley Davidson; it doesn't really need doing, you just want a bit of time alone. The dark acrid notes get smoother as it dries down further until it's a soapy floral skin scent, the sweetness returning somewhat. It's content in its old age and looks wistfully across the evening water from the veranda of a lakehouse. Please note: this will remind your girlfriend of her ex from five years ago, the black tar smoking bass player that she's clearly still hung up on. You'll proudly present your neck for a sniff and for a second she'll go quiet and stare into the middle distance. You smell like him. And you'll always live in his Fahrenheit-tainted shadow because you don't have the balls to hit her. 10/10

A giant of men's perfumery. From a different era, where I feel perfumery wasn't as linear as today and tried to make a statement rather than trying to be mass appealing. Even niche perfumery is probably not avantgarde enough to produce something like Fahrenheit today. Yes, it smells like gasoline, leather, violet leafs, and even some watermelon to my nose. Everything that has been said about it is probably true (to some degree), which makes it so difficult to describe and which is why it must be smelled. Fahrenheit is truly a composition. There are distinct elements that define Fahrenheit's personality, like its orange, gasoline and leather accords, but it is the blend and seamless transition between the very contradictory notes that make it stand out. You can tell it was born in the 80s, yet it transcends time. It wants to leave an impression, but it doesn't really care about your feelings. It's a signature scent. Something that will be fondly remembered, even if it's presence was not appreciated. There are perfumes that smell good and there are the ones which also perfectly capture the essence of their time and help you transfer that felling into the present (like Chanel Pour Monsieur, Dior Eau Sauvage and many others). Fahrenheit, for me, accomplishes that, while still feeling contemporary and confident. Putting on some Fahrenheit and dancing to "Smalltown Boy"...

A masterpiece. I wonder if this was reformulated at some point? I feel like people writing it off as stinking of gas and horrible have a winter cold? There’s more going on here than I can even put into words. I’m no sommelier of scents but that seems like saying classic art is ok you guess and moving on to the next exhibit. So, I definitely smell leather. It reminds me of sniffing a genuine leather couch. Don’t lie, you’ve done that! I can see how people pickup gasoline but it’s not overpowering or bad. It is definitely a masculine scent that reminds me of the fall and winter. Like if I drove my motorcycle well into the fall or winter and got off with my leather jacket to stop for gas. Doesn’t smell like I spilled a ton on me, but like you know I was operating a gas powered vehicle after I arrive home. I also smell the middle notes but they kinda wrap up together in such a tight way I think it’s a little harder to separate them individually. They contribute to the overall scent profile though! Sounds so strange but ultimately it definitely screams masculine in good ways without a gas stink or synthetic scents made in a laboratory. Definitely recommend picking up a sample of this. I respect that scent preference varies highly by individual but do not be scared to give it a sniff for all the folks screaming it’s just nasty gas scent. So much more going on here.

1988, this released and I was eleven years old, my personal experience with it did not begin until two years later, when I was thirteen. In retrospect, I was too young to fully appreciate its sophistication, a realization that has become clearer to me at the age of 49. Revisiting this fragrance has been a pleasant surprise, as I find it to be more impressive than I initially remembered, likely due to my increased maturity. I am curious as to why some people describe this scent as reminiscent of gasoline, and I wonder if this comparison has simply become a popular opinion that is often repeated. Personally, I do not feel the need to conform to this viewpoint, and I would rather focus on the reasons why this fragrance remains popular to this day. Dior has a long history of creating fragrances that endure, which is why I hold the brand in high esteem. 10/10 certified heat. The opening is strong with citrus and green herbal earthy notes. After a brief period it settles into a dirty floral sweet resinous smokey patchouli. Absolutely beautiful and unique, thirty plus years later and it still has a place in my collection. The new formulation does seem weaker that’s the only bummer.

"The Smell of An Ex-Husband" I don't hate my ex-husband, but we had a turbulent marriage and separated over 10 years ago now. I'm the one who selected Farenheit to be his signature scent when we were first dating. We were in a department store, I sprayed it on him, and promptly wanted to climb his bones. This was probably around 1997 or so. He loved the scent himself but mostly liked how I reacted to it. He wore it for at least the next 10-12 years. I don't smell it around so much these days, but when I occasionally do I still think it smells fantastic and sexy. It was a groundbreaking scent back in the day. It's still tied to mostly good memories for me. But, yeah, it does also make me really sad. It smells a bit of a lost relationship and lost youth. I can't believe the 90's were so long ago, but they were. I wish I could go back and hug that girl who gifted her then boyfriend Fahrenheit. I wish I could tell her some things but mostly that's she's good and she'll be fine and to just mostly focus on living her best life and being true to herself. Anyway, Fahrenheit is a complete and utter masterpiece. Unbelievably f*cking sexy and masculine. BEYOND BRILLIANT 10/10

“Chariots of Fire” and “Take My Breath Away” are playing on repeat. It’s a summer evening, and Dad is in the backyard preparing the barbecue, sipping rum and Coke. He leaves his fancy glass unattended, and my baby brother and I take turns sneaking sips from it, giggling as we zoom through the sprinkler. Mom is indoors preparing the garnish and salad; we’re expecting guests. The occasion is unclear, but everyone is at ease, and to us, Dad is the main character of Top Gun. What some reviewers describe as gasoline is the distinctive feature of this fragrance, but I prefer to call it jet fuel. I have no idea what jet fuel actually smells like, but to eight year old me, this was the scent of having a cool dad. The mandarin orange keeps the heat of the fragrance in check and lifts it up, like a slice of citrus dropped into rum and Coke. It’s almost smoky, yet manages to hold onto a subtle sweetness, touched by a fresh dash of field flowers. A cool attitude with hints of temper, the kind that suggests if you pick a fight, it’s going to be fiery. No matter the distance or how long it’s been since I last came across it, I still admire this one.

For my birthday my friend took me to Sephora for the first time and I went ham sniffing everything in the store, but one fragrance stood out far above the rest. I won't say this smells nice because... it doesn't. My first impression was the gym, like the leathery vinyl on the bench and you're uncomfortably hot after a sweaty workout. It's very aptly named. Of course, it doesn't actually smell like a gym, but the beauty of this fragrance is that it's so reminiscent of masculine things like sneakers, motor oil, and infamously gasoline, without actually bearing their likeness. It's just so unique it can't really be compared to anything else. It's so smooth, no harshness despite its strength of character, and the subtle creamy florals in the heart give it this gorgeous backdrop and rounds out the rugged woody leather notes. This is so addictive and lives rent free in my head. I want a boyfriend who suits this, or better yet, I want to be a man who suits this. I would never have guessed this came out in 1988; you could tell me this came out tomorrow and I'd believe it, it's so forward-thinking. Only downside is it doesn't last that long.