Monsieur Couturier

I tried this juice and find it appealing, I bought a bottle. I was surprised that no one had written about this fragrance. The only note listed is leather, at first spray there's more than just leather! I pick up a sweet creamy undertone of either amber or caraway seeds. There's a very low key note of smokey aroma adding to the rich creamy leather blend. I know there's something else..my nose meter is able to tell. Longevity and Silage is moderate overall. Finally, I would categorize this juice a old fashioned barber shop aroma. I'm talking about the days when ash trays were full of cigerate butts and Playboy magazine were everywhere. Also the aroma of leather strap hanging on the side of chair after a haircut and a clean shave with a straight edge blade. To bad this juice didn't get the recognition that it should of. If you like a masculine leathery blend, I would definitely try it out. 7.5/10

In walks a freshly shaven man, gleaming smile, he takes off his coat, and is wear a crisp white shirt and brown suspenders. He has a seductive glance and a sensual aroma of the slightest perspiration under a Spanish leather and caraway seeds (he who brings home the bread may somehow smell like the bread). Monsieur Couturier tents out with a wink and a nod, and you can just make out dimples, so there's some boyish charm, but this is mostly all man, and while in today's age of reductionist discussions on gender expression, what does that mean really? Well, smell this and it will lead the way. Smoldering like his stare, the scent he emits is somehow creamy yet dry, as equivocal as his persuasion, is he warm or is he austere? Will he love or will he lust? The only signs of tenderness are in the geranium puffs and spindly geranium through the haze of tobacco smoke. He's foxy, though, you gotta admit. That powdered cedarwood handshake that you wish would turn into a close embrace, so you can breathe it all in and get lost in his.... Monsieur Couturier makes me feel a restless longing, as the styrax leatheriness and pulpy tobacco has me somewhat transfixed. It makes me think of what gentlemen wore this, had this on their dresser, where where they while they were wearing this? What were they doing? What were their passions? They saw it on that department store counter, sniffed it, and decided, "this will do." It will do, and it does do, a lot, for something seemingly 70s humble and relegated to obscurity. Raymond Chaillan, the perfume genius behind such juggernauts as YSL Pour Homme, Marbert Man, Molyneux Quartz, and Ho Hang, was behind this one, so that explains a lot. I have a newfound reverence for conventional 20th century perfumery, courtesy of this gent in suspenders.