When I discovered a bottle of this on Christmas morning, I, admittedly, was reluctant to rejoice. I’d heard of Fahrenheit, even spritzed and sniffed a bit during forays into parfum-purchasing, but it was always one of those fragrances that connoted, with its woody, burning scent, a kind of 80s overly masculine mustiness.
But it’s grown on me. This could be due to numerous reasons – to please Maman who gifted it or due to the subtly impactive, bold and black packaging. Most likely, though, it’s as a result of my embracing the classic masculine scent i.e. heady, hot and lingering. While it at first seemed stale and dated with its heavy notes of Aoud, myrrh and incense, it’s now much more appealing and gives off a distinct whiff of luxury that many of my lighter fragrances lack.
It’s worth trying, anyway, if only to feel like you’re on the edge of a volcanic cliff (do see David Lynch-directed goodness below…)
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