This juice projects a unique, visionary, almost mystic "atmosphere" (something I'd say vaguely ascetic and eastern "in its meditative take on extreme silence and indipendence" despite its profoundly western urban avant-gardism), an aura of solitude and meditation. Fahrenheit is the perfume of a unique man with a gaze toward infinity, a man looking beyond his limits in order to discover the secrets of what is unknown and indefinite. What I find marvellous is the inedited (at that time) association of the key elements (resinous, rubbery, floral, woody, leathery) which infuses its original petroleous flowery averagely dry and fresh substance. Along the dry down I detect that minimal touch of tonka bean which seems to impress the typical fresh, rubbery, gasolinic rounded effect. Very powerful (in projection) and distinctive it has a remarkable longevity on my skin. Versatile in all the situations, either in the day and night time.
stuck at counter. Suicide music, squallid unmodern place, disconsolate souls, smell of onions and spirits around, danger in the air. Despite the captivating youthful packaging this flanker could also be considered due for the adulthood and surely mature (though in a brash synthetic way) and bold (that doesn't mean refined), although unfortunately the praline note is a bit too much "chemical". Black xs is a sour-sweet, spicy, fruity monster sillage. The bitter tone is determined by a smell close to lemon and dry pineapple as flanked by sage, than in the middle enters in scene the protagonist, a sort of dry, cold, simil-strawberry note mixed with dark spices (cinnamon and pepper) which extends its strength sliding in to a patchouli leaves and ebony synthetic amber base. Probably the strawberry juice is hidden in the praline note which links the top with the woody ambery dry down retaining a role of protagonist. What i love of this scent is the cold aura of punk and moody desolation that transmits outside, which in my opinion is not understated by the undeniable tad of projected freshness. A fragrance for me is above all atmosphere and individual sensations, this is often sufficient to reserve a thumps up to something un-natural and unrefined still too far to be considered a real masterpiece.
PS: Heritage is not properly a fragrance "that a man that worked in a office would wear.", Heritage is more appropriate for a galà evening at Bolshoi Theatre in Moskow (especially combining the Edt with a couple of Edp spray). Heritage is not something as Cartier Pasha, Burberry London, Canali for men or Kiton Man, Heritage is something more elevated and "cultured", something more in line with the french aristocratic grandeur, It possesses something slightly decadent and neo-classic, yet something vaguely dandy (a la Habit Rouge) in a excentrically intellectual way (for a viveur with a classy charme, sense of humor and a sense of measure but always around the world for shows, theatres and refined restaurants), being more in line with scents as il Profvmo Patchouli Noir, Malle Portrait of a Lady, Les Nereides Patchouli Antique, Fendi or Aramis JHL.
P.S: There are also a lot of similarities with vintage Tsar (a lot of notes in common for these two really mossy/floral scents) but while the V&A's one tends finally more towards a green/aromatic and resinous sort of woodiness (vetiver, patchouli, pine resins, cedarwood) Enrico Coveri slides in conclusion towads a vaguely leathery (smooth and secretly rubbery) accord of ambergris, tonka and oakmoss. Anyway, is Xeryus (and I'd quote Borsalino as well) the fragrance that most of all seems to share something in common with Coveri (and viceversa of course).