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8 Of The Best Luxury Fragrances For Men

#http://blog.hair-terminator.com We all know that a hefty price tag doesn’t automatically equate to a superior product. Nonetheless, there are still plenty of reasons to splash out on a spenny scent. For starters, due to the price, luxury fragrances tend to be produced in relatively small

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We all know that a hefty price tag doesn’t automatically equate to a superior product. Nonetheless, there are still plenty of reasons to splash out on a spenny scent. For starters, due to the price, luxury fragrances tend to be produced in relatively small quantities and their distribution is often limited. This means you’re far less likely to bump into another man wearing exactly the same.

What’s more, free of commercial constraints, many opt to use only the finest ingredients, and their creators are able to let rip creatively, offering a real – often quirky and original – alternative to everyday department store brands.

“A lot of men genuinely want to try something that’s off the beaten track,” says Dariush Alavi, author of Le Snob: Perfume. “They’re interested in wearing scents that are different from the wares offered by the mainstream.”

Sound like you? Then crack open the piggy bank and read on because here are some of the best luxury scents money can buy.

Hermès Cuir D’Ange

Described as one of the most masculine fragrances ever made – it “combines an oily, grimy leather note with an astonishing, delicate luminosity,” according to Alavi – Hermès Cuir D’Ange by legendary nose Jean-Claude Ellena appropriately translates into ‘angel leather’.

Part of the French luxury goods firm’s Hermessence range (each one designed to be an ‘olfactory poem’), it’s perfect for fans of sexy leathery fragrances seeking something a little more refined, genteel and complex. Heavenly.

Available at Hermes, priced £269 for 200ml EDT.

Roja Parfums Vetiver

The undisputed King of luxury British fragrances, Roja Dove’s creations include perfumes that’ll set you back over £2,500. Thankfully, his ridiculously good Vetiver Pour Homme comes in at a slightly more affordable £375.

Warm, spicy and smoky, it’s laced with green notes like galbanum and has a long-lasting leathery accord, which gives it a lingering sensuality on the skin, along with superb staying power.

“I created it to be the ultimate in how a man should smell,” says Dove. Those who love it would probably agree that he succeeded admirably.

Available at Roja Parfums, priced £375 for 50ml EDP.

Amouage Bracken Man

Drawing inspiration from its birthplace in the Sultanate of Oman, luxury niche perfume house Amouage is known for its use of carefully sourced, high-quality ingredients such as rare silver frankincense.

Bracken Man is one its best creations. “It’s an utterly divine fougère that is incredibly compelling and mysterious and really doesn’t smell like anything else out there,” says Josephine Fairley, co-founder of The Perfume Society.

Also worth a sniff is Honour Man, an Amouage fragrance that features a classic trio of masculine notes (incense, patchouli and vetiver), which Alavi describes as a scent projecting the very essence of confidence. And that’s what every man wants from his eau de parfum, right?

Available at Selfridges, priced £225 for 100ml EDP.

Creed Aventus

Creed fragrances are a bit like David Bowie albums: everyone has their favourite, but there are a couple that everyone agrees are head and shoulders above the rest.

Original Vetiver is sweet and smoky, while Green Irish Tweed (a favourite of George Clooney, Pierce Brosnan and even P.Diddy) is floral, green and woody – but it’s Aventus that is probably the most accessible.

Launched in 2010 to celebrate Creed’s 250th anniversary (how’s that for staying power?), it’s a complex and juicy yet warm, woody and sophisticated number with notes of pineapple, blackcurrant, jasmine, patchouli, oakmoss and vanilla. Feel free to argue whether it’s a Ziggy Stardust, Hunky Dory or a Blackstar amongst yourselves.

Available at Creed, priced £230 for 100ml EDP.

Clive Christian 1872 (Masculine Edition)

Few companies have done more to popularise luxury perfumery in the UK than Clive Christian. Famous for exquisitely designed bottles with equally exquisite contents, the company’s ‘No 1’ fragrance was once advertised as ‘The World’s Most Expensive Perfume’.

The masculine edition of 1872 – a fresh, citrusy and spicy creation with green grassy notes and a hefty dose of sandalwood – is brilliantly versatile and a great place to start if new to this most luxurious of luxury brands.

Available at Selfridges, priced £350 for 100ml EDP.

Boucheron Oud de Carthage

There are plenty of expensive oud fragrances out there. In fact, so popular in the Middle East is oud that companies have long battled it out to produce ever more wallet-draining versions.

According to Fairley, this one by French jewellery house Boucheron – part of a six-piece scent collection – is one of the best, and at £175 is relatively affordable luxury. “It’s so good because as an oud it has all the edges buffed off it by incense, honey and tonka bean,” she says.

Like all the fragrances in the collection, Oud de Carthage was created by none other than Dominique Ropion, the nose behind scents such as Burberry Brit Rhythm, Paco Rabanne Invictus and countless others by Frederic Malle.

“It’s resinous and smoky with a fabulous incense trail – and a gorgeous bottle,” she says. “And yes, when it comes to luxury, the bottle matters.”

Available at Boucheron, priced £175 for 125ml EDP.

Papillon Artisan Perfumes Tobacco Rose

The benefit of many luxury fragrances is their unfettered creativity and experimentation. For a clear example of this, you need to look no further than the niche Tobacco Rose. “Papillon pushes the limits of […] fragrances almost to breaking point,” says fragrance writer Stephan Matthews. “[The brand] challenges ’s perceptions and always adds a dash of sexuality to every perfume.”

Though a floral scent, Tobacco Rose is one that men should not be afraid of wearing. “You get a truly sensuous floral with masculinity coming from the clever use of hay, oakmoss and beeswax, which add a real earthiness to the fragrance,” adds Matthews. The scent itself was nominated for Best New Independent Fragrance at the FiFi Awards (the olfactory Oscars), so you can investigate with confidence.

Available at Papillon, priced £122 for 50ml EDP.

Les Eaux Primordiales Champ d’Influence

When perfumer Arnaud Poulain, founder of Les Eaux Primordiales, set about creating Champ d’Influence, he had in mind the childhood memory of his grandfather shaving in the kitchen of his house in rural France. Hence there’s a barbershop freshness here thanks to lemon, lavender and geranium, but also a warm, comforting base of woods, musk and patchouli.

“This scent is so full of richness, sentiment, nostalgia, freshness and imagination,” says award-winning fragrance expert James Craven of independent perfumery Les Senteurs. “It has the depth of a vintage Creed, the inspiration of a classic Guerlain and is a modern classic for an assured gentleman of wit, wisdom and joie de vivre.”

Available at Les Senteurs, priced £155 for 100ml EDP.

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Smug. Aloof. Imperious.

(Written by Dave Hoos & Max Nantes)

Mrs.Hoos: “Darling, I don’t feel like going for lunch today. Why don’t you go now?”

[Hoos spins his head towards the clock on the kitchen wall]

Hoos: “It’s only 11…you know what this means? It’s…

[Mrs.Hoos shrugs her shoulders with a puzzled expression]

…come on, come on.”

Mrs.Hoos: “Oh my, God, it’s Sunday br…”

Hoos: “Yes! Well played Darling. Sunday brunch…although…who shall join me? Nantes would normally, of course, but today he promised to take Ursula, that’s the estranged wife of his former neighbour, Oslo, for a private viewing of the Lemon Tart Appreciation Society’s exhibition of 19th century shoelaces. In particular, those used by Confederate soldiers during the civil war. Then, as a special treat, Nantes will perform a selection of specially chosen musical interludes on his Appalachian dulcimer. During that, the delightful Ursula, will delight the small gathering by performing a slow, seductive, strip-tease, that culminates in a demonstration on the correct method of employing a two-headed vibrator that plays “Also Sprath Zarathustra”.“

Mrs.Hoos: “How wonderful. I didn’t know he played?”

Hoos: “Didn’t you? He considers it a lost art. I’m inclined to agree. We often play for the chaps at the golf club, Nantes and I, if someone needs a bit of cheering up. Nantes, with his Appalachian dulcimer, and me with my mellotron. It’s wonderful after a bottle or so each of brunch riesling. Although some of the less fortunate among us are doing it…particularly tough, this time of year. Why Mortimer even had to let his…[visibly close to tears]…let his assistant groundskeeper go, and even…the French stable-maid.”

Mrs.Hoos: “Darling, why don’t you wear this [hands him a lovely blue, silk, short sleeved shirt]…I’ve just ironed it this morning?”

Hoos: “No!! [snatches the shirt and hurles it over the small waste paper basket on the little table next to the kitchen bench, knocking over a bottle of linseed oil]. I can’t wear that. Look at it. How on earth can I unbutton my sleeves while keeping them from being not rolled up if I’m wearing a short sleeved shirt?”

Mrs.Hoos: “Oh my goodness! I’m so sor…”

Hoos: “Shirts with short sleeves are for lunch. And should be worn by an ordinary man called Colin. You can’t expect me to wear that shirt Darling…it’s so half past three at the betting shop!”

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[Hoos’ phone begins to ring]

Hoos: “Hello, this is Hoos, please speak clearly and with a vocabulary that is above standard level”.

Nantes: “Hoos, it’s Nantes…sorry to ring I know you were planning a jaunt to the Warren of the Narre in the South but my brunch senses are tingling and I was wondering if I could persuade you to change your plans and meet me for Sunday brunch”.

Hoos: “Nantes, but aren’t you taking…”

Nantes: “Yes Hoos, I was going to take Ursula for a private viewing of the Lemon Tart Appreciation Society’s exhibition of 19th century shoelaces, which I was most looking forward to attending. But an unforgettable and unforgivable event took place this morning”.

Hoos: “Please, do tell Nantes. My monogrammed silk phone cover is comfortable in my hand while I am reposed in my Chesterfield armchair”.

Nantes: “Fine, very well. It all happened this morning. There I was practising my Appalachian dulcimer in front of the mirror to make sure my smug and condescending smirk was in place, which it was and I was ready to go. I unbuttoned my sleeves on my new brunch shirt (it’s divine Hoos, I can’t wait for you to see it) and gave one last smug look to mirror when I noticed shockingly that I had one day of facial hair growth, as opposed to the customary four hour growth of facial hair you should have for brunch. But the worst part was I’d left all of my hair care products in my overnight bag which was left at Sven and Charlotte’s city penthouse where I stayed last night, I just couldn’t muster the strength of heading back to the leafy eastern suburbs after the three of us went to the Performing Arts Theatre to see the Gregorian Chants performance last night. You really should have come Hoos, I know you had to delegate the evening to ironing your pocket ties but it really was marvellous. Anyway…after seeing my face I rang Ursula to ask her to quickly go and buy some facial hair care products and bring them to me, there was no way I was going out with a day old growth in my brunch attire.”

Hoos: “Of course not, please go on.”

Nantes: “That’s when the nightmare began. After a short time Ursula knocks on my solid oak hand carved front door as I briskly go to meet her….Horror! (Clearly distressed voice) she had brought me a Gillete disposable razor and a can of shaving foam.”

Hoos: “(Audible gasping)”.

Nantes: “After wrapping it in a bag and throwing the items in the bin followed by washing hands, I put my stern face on and turned to her, she didn’t see the problem…Didn’t see the problem! I was looking for her guide dog. I asked why she hadn’t had brought me a single German steel blade razor that was sharpened in Switzerland by artisan blade-smiths attached to a Grenadilla wood handle, I mean where was the badger bristle soap brush on an ivory holder or the lime and coconut block of shaving soap in a teak wooden box…not forgetting the Creed-Aventus aftershave.”

Hoos: “I’m starting to sweat and shake, what did you do?”.

Nantes: “Well I was about to give up when Ursula told me to come on and get in her car, she will take me to the barber for a real shave. I looked bemused and informed her that Johaan’s grooming shop was closed every Sunday for Sunday brunch. Then she told me she knew another place and it’s basically on the way, I was nervous but I threw my arms up in the air exposing my wrists where the buttons were undone and got in the car. After a nervous trip where I mostly just admired my hickory brown loafers with tassels, we arrived, I couldn’t believe it….(painful voice) she had taken me to JustCuts where the window proclaimed a haircut and shave Sunday deal for $25. Apparently, I then passed out. The next thing I know, she was helping me get out of the car and inside my abode. And that sadly Hoos was the end of the friendship.”

Hoos: “Oh my, I don’t blame you. You were right it’s a nightmare of a story. But please brunch must go ahead and I shall come and pick you up immediately and take you to Octavia’s barber, he’s open for Sundays. Then where to go for brunch?”.

Nantes: “I don’t mind, anywhere to clear my head of the horrors I’ve witnessed today”.

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Nantes: “Do you still have a play around on your baritone dulcimer? I’m thinking about doing a little duet performance for the Borrowby Garden Party Brunch Sessions this Sunday?”

Hoos: “Well, if there’s no room to put my mellotron, I was thinking of bringing my carved top mandolin just in case. I think it would complement your appalachian dulcimer wonderfully. I of course, will have my baritone dulcimer standing my as well. There’s also a five string banjo that often comes in very handy, in case one of the diners gets hurt over a remark made about the cut of his suit.

I was thinking of borrowing Herbert’s accordion, but I don’t think it’s the right place.”

Nantes: “Herbert does love that accordion so, he would be devasted if some brunch riesling or pâté happened to smear it. I say go with the carved top mandolin, it will go together with my Appalchian dulcimer like ebony and ivory, like the sun and the moon, like frozen grapes and wine…ahh perfection.

I must ask, what happened to the silk short sleeved shirt that was hurled into the waste paper basket?”

Hoos: “Well, as you no doubt recall, in my thoroughly merited state of…shall we say, abject horror at being given such an inappropriate piece of cloth, my aim was a touch askew. My tossing hand proved more powerful than I gave it credit. For with a subtle flick of the wrist (who knew all that wrist and palm work would have proved so fruitful), it was summarily dispatched, well over the intended table top basket, and instead came crashing down on my favoured bottle of linseed oil, made by Állback of Sweden, of course. The bottle was, as distressing as it sounds, unopened…

I knew that time was of the essence. This magnificent, golden nectar was too good to leave dripping, like the sweat from an out of condition Welsh baroness (we’ll show her what that bridle and riding crop are really for…THWAAAACKKKK!!!), onto the breakfast room (soon to be renamed) floor, which, is at least wooden, so there’s a stroke of luck.

The magnificent golden nectar (unlike the turgid, orange hue of most common domestic brands), was about to be poured into my antique, but sturdy, 18th century French chamber pot. Then, under my meticulous supervision, Grayson - my batman - will instruct one of his underlings…Emmanuelle, I expect, to gently lower my collection of wooden spoons, salad tossers, door knobs, etc, into the bowl - two at a time - for the purpose of treating the items in question. We’ve all had to endure a late supper with untreated wooden spoons…ughh…it’s bordering on shameful. My man, Grayson, he knows his linseed oil. The last time my wood was treated by Emmanuelle’s oil soaked fingers, I couldn’t contain myself. “Lick it…”, I exclaimed, perhaps a tad too forcefully, “…tell me what it tastes like!”, as I pushed the large, rather cumbersome, piece of wood into her mouth. After what seemed like minutes of, I have to say, a rather exaggerated performance of gasping, panting, and even flailing her arms about the place, I removed the treated item. I submerged it once more, into it’s, almost serene, linseed bath. I removed it…glanced furtively at Grayson (who temporarily stopped dragging the unconscious Emmanuelle across the floor towards the staff infirmary), as he nervously wiped his brow, after first patting mine dry with a strip of cotton, which per chance just happened to be close at hand, in the guise of Emmanuelle’s blouse. I moved the wooden spoon ever closer. Then, I paused…with the spoon a mere four and three quarter inches from my nose, I felt it…a mouth watering, nutty aroma, which made me immediately hungry, despite the fact I hadn’t ordered the table set.

Now, the sudden appearance of this silk, short sleeved shirt and it’s devastating aftermath had thrown the household into a state of sheer panic. Luckily, as you well know, my dear Nantes, as we are cut from the same (pure silk) cloth, I have nerves of polished steel. Like a flash, for I knew time was of the essence, I rang the bell. How fortuitous I’d had one installed in the kitchen some five years ago. I spied the discarded silk shirt (short sleeved), laying like a soild, French harlot, next to the slowly expanding puddle of Állback’s wonderful linseed oil. “I can get the short sleeved (silk) shirt to soak up the glorious and appropriately expensive nectar, and then squeeze it back into the bottle”, I announcd triumphantly to myself.

I rang the bell again.

I was getting worried now. I glanced at the pool of spilt oil of linseed and the crumpled shirt (silk, short sleeved) beside it. I wisely took the only feasible course of action. I strode, with singular purpose, over to the wine fridge, selected a bottle appropriate for the heightened senses of the occasion and…poured myself a large glass. It wasn’t a moment too soon, either, let me tell you. For barely a moment after I finished the glass, in came my man Grayson, like a cork from a bottle of Château Lafite. Our eyes met. I motioned towards the ghastly scene on the wooden floor. He, although temporarily taken aback, swept up the hand made, silk (short sleeved) shirt, and began applying it rigorously to the misplaced linseed elixir. And wouldn’t you know it, Nantes, before you could say, ‘Sir Bernard Smythe-Obleston, has a smashing new drinks cabinet’, the deed was done, disaster averted, and our hitherto quite useless, short sleeved (silk) shirt, was the hero of the hour…well, third actually, behind Grayson and myself. Incidentally, I was so impressed by Grayson’s ability to futher delegate tasks to his numerous underlings, I’m thinking of having him come along on our next brunch outing, so he can butle for us both. Good wait staff are so hard to give drinks orders to at the moment.

I must get back to crest back mandolin practice, old chap. I’m afraid, even though musically it’s all rather fine, I appear to be letting the side down when it comes to my facial expression. Hubert, it transpires, was none too pleased and has ordered me to spend an extra twelve minutes a week playing - as you did - in front of the mirror. He simply wrote three words at the top of the page..

SMUG, ALOOF, IMPERIOUS

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