Cologne du 68 does not deserve to be relegated to the ‘afterthought’ territory where most colognes reside (in my mind, at least). Considering its massive list of notes (68!), it smells simple, plush, and elegant; not at all the Frankenstein monster I had mentally prepared myself for.
It opens, like many traditional colognes, with a bracing blast of citrus, but this phase disappears so quickly that I had to douse myself again to catch it. Almost immediately, du 68 segues into a masterful étude on tenderness that brings to mind the soft-focus paintings of Mary Cassat. So smoothly blended, like the greenery in Cassat’s painting, I cannot tell where one note ends and another begins. It is simply, perfectly, beautiful.
Cologne du 68 is also astonishingly affordable: for some inexplicable reason, it’s at all the discounters (you know the usual suspects) for well under $100. Full-bottle worthy!