Guerlain’s Habit Rouge is a masculine scent I can live with. It doesn’t smell old, tired, dull or cliched, despite the fact that it’s been hanging around on the shelves since 1965; and now that 40 is the new 30 (or so I’ve been told), that means there’s still plenty of kick to go around for the 21st century male.
It’s not necessarily going to have people scurrying after you down the street just to ask what it is you’re wearing, but the citrus to sandalwood to carnation to patchouli to vanilla act performs exactly as it should to create the illusion of plush, gentlemanly manners.
Guerlain’s Chamade Pour Homme, however . . . fuggedaboutit. It’s just another in a long line of pin-striped, retro-80′s cologne wannabe’s with that grim stainless-steel and Comet Cleanser
quality that’s so off-putting in a men’s scent.
Are there positive aspects to Chamade Pour Homme? Yes. Do they outweigh the negatives? No.
The world would be a better place if you purchased Habit Rouge, instead. Your co-workers will thank you.
