Pomellato Uomo

POMELLATO UOMO is a warm aromatic fragrance. A calm forest that begin with a balsamic rosemary that turns fastly in a leather fern fragrance a bit ambery with a high presence of jasmine in the heart base almost feminine at the end. It remembers me a lot Pancaldi (the first), almost identical, and a bit Fendi Uomo and Blueback By Morris in its rosemary. Very good, very well built.

An obscurity even amongst those who have a fetish for bygone aromatic fougeres, Pomellato Uomo is one of the finest of its kind to reach my nose, with a woody and evergreen-like rosemary immediately greets me upon application, and an almost jammy fir accord follows immediately after. Also joining this chorus is a dreamy, rooty, herbal, accord. I spend a lot of time in the woods, taking in all its aromas, through fern-lined paths and the perimeter of meadows and their coarse, fragrant grasses. I am reminded of all of these smells, as if they were concentrated, distilled and bottled here. There is this duet of jasmine and geranium in the heart leaning it in a floral direction, atypical of this style and adding further dimension. Flowers and conifers: I am in a wonderland. This is all underpinned by a spectacular leather accord and naturally, a generous helping of oakmoss. I also get somewhat emotional: I am reminded when taking in fragrances like Pomellato Uomo of what seemed to be a simpler past, there seemed more room to reflect and to be free from excessive distractions and stimuli. Of course, we know that this is that rosy intoxication called nostalgia bias. What does it really mean for things to be "simple"? This fragrance certainly isn't simple, and for that I am thankful. Sadly, much like the attention commodity of today, this fragrance is scarce, but sample bottles do come up now and then. I'm grateful to have a friend to help me track down a bottle of this. It is one of my favorite fougeres of them all.