Eucris Geo. F. Trumper for men

Eucris litterally makes me shiver with pleasure! It fits perfectly the idea that I have about classic and traditional but absolutely not aged scents. A dirty/clean peppery /cumin opening evolving into a mossy/musk drydown while an huge oakmoss presence watches from the above. Crispy, snensual, mature and elegant but not mannered. Excellent.

Since 1912, one of the best in its genre.

Rating: 8.5/10

This is a very fine, dark, oakmossy, heavy scent in a lovely bottle which definitely suits an older man. It slips on a like a dead man's suit and the heaviness of the aroma seems to weigh the feet down, shorten the breath and increase fatigue like a bad spell or a dose of pneumonia. The drydown is similar to Yatagan in some ways.

It's a peculiar scent that conveys a a strange sense of doom and foreboding to the host/victim as if holding up a mirror and offering a portrait of premature infirmity as a cruel joke. Fabulous.

This is definitely one of my favourites. I tend to switch regularly from Le Male to more leathery and spicy eau de toilettes, till I found this one. This has now become my mainstay.

This would have been so suave and unique in 1912. But in today's world we are not so impressed with sandalwood and caraway seeds. I wanted to love it but I had to give it away. Initial notes are too fruity, albeit tastefully so - not sweet. Then all that remains is a strong drydown that must have been great in its day but now smells coarse and unrefined - a paradox as it would have been so unusual a hundred years ago. Sad. I felt like I'd been sleeping in an old musty dank case for storing jumble sale clothes in a glasgow tenement from 1973. Needs an overhall or to retire. How about doing a vetiver Mr Trumper?

I do not get the fruityness in this cologne. To me it gets all spicy, the caraway note is really dominant.
After a while the spices calm down and the flowers and musk shine through. And it becomes a very masculine scent. Reliable and calm. Something you'd like your father to wear on special occasions.

Fabulously fruity but never tooth-rottingly sweet, this should be worn by decadent dandies in purple velvet riding jackets. The blackcurrant is ripe to bursting, I swear you can almost taste it as you wear this fragrance! An absolute must for autumn woodland frolics, the herbaceous notes - which could otherwise have been tending towards health-giving innocence - are rendered downright dirty by the husky, dusky musk in the base.

The jasmine could have been sickening, but is well tempered with the lighter lilly-of-the-valley. The caraway & coriander make this charming dandy a man, nonetheless. Without these notes I think this could have been unisex, but truly, this is L'Artisan's Mure et Musc being ravaged by a suave highwayman.