On the airplane back from Vegas, The Guy tore open a scent strip from the GQ in his lap. Without asking, he raised it to my nose, nodding his head as he watched my intake of breath, my first impression. He said, “Smells the same.”
It’s true. Dark Obsession reminds me, too, of the original.
This late-in-the-apparently-still-active-game flanker is a little too sweet. But it’s also got a raspy edge that peeks out after the top-notes burn off to reveal smoldering… vetiver? If you called it a fruitchouli for guys, I wouldn’t argue. But I’d also say that it’s a remixed distillation of a bunch of good bits and pieces. Is that the pepper from Carbone de Balmain?
I like this new incarnation, but it feels a little bit dated– weirdly, as the original still sparkles…
In the apartment, able to relax after finally getting home, I opened up GQ again. Finding the page with the perfume ad, I did something wild: I ordered a tester-bottle off the eBay app from my phone.
I confess, I prefer this on The Guy’s neck.