Cacharel Pour Homme Men is from 1981 and after thirty-two years is still on the shelves and still loved. Try it and you’ll understand immediately why.
It opens with nose-blinding citrus and then nutmeg comes out, fragrant and natural. It’s impossible to miss, even for those who (like me) normally have problems in telling one spice from the other. And then florals are thrown in as well, making things more interesting.
And indeed, florals are what sets this apart from the rest of the recent uninspiring spicy frags for men. I’m starting to think that the 80s and 90s were not afraid of making floral notes stand out in mainstream masculine fragrances. Sure you can still find them in the launches of the last ten years, but mostly in cameos in the opening notes. Is it because florals are “for girls” maybe? Are we guys that unsure of our masculinity to be afraid of them? That would mean that time brought more conformity instead of openness, so I hope I’m simply wrong.
Back to the perfume, when the heart notes kick in, citrus, spices and florals go together in good balance at first, but when nutmeg starts pushing, it cuts off most of the citrus, only leaving its fresh side. For a moment, Cacharel pour l’Homme de Cacharel even gave out the typical coffee aroma that I remember in other spicy perfumes like Spicebomb by Viktor and Rolf or Antaeus by Chanel.
That’s a sign that a certain level of intensity has been passed, but it’s only a short excursion, and after that it remains steadily on the fresh side of spicy. And towards the base notes, just when you thought it was good enough, it veers towards the aromatic side, becoming almost balsamic, and still keeping a clean nutmeg in the background.
Try it if you haven’t yet, it’s a cut above many in its category, I promise.