I believe that perfumes tell tales, and the tale that Bleeker Street tells me is that of a well-scrubbed, well-dressed, intelligent young man. A young man who would never wear his father’s signature scent, but admires both the scent and his father. This guy plays tennis, works because he likes to keep busy, and knows how to make a woman feel like a lady. Bleeker Street is a beautiful watercolor take on what I think of when I think Man Smell. Violet leaf and an herbal accord are transparently fresh on a gently woody base, with vanilla and caramel used, seemingly, to sand down any potentially rough edges: they are not major players here, but are exquisitely rendered.
Bleeker Street is a really nice fragrance; one that I wouldn’t mind smelling on men around me. It is also, however, perplexingly expensive at $175/$230 for 50/100mL.
My sample of Bleeker Street was part of a generous care-package from Lavanya (thank you!).