Furyo by Jacques Bogart

It is the brother of Kouros, same silvery musk base but with a different character. Unless you know them well or haven’t tried them side by side, it’s hard to tell them apart… The opening is almost identical, but here the animalic and tobacco notes emerge quickly, maintaining a complex base that evokes Kouros, although this one takes a less rough and more soapy path… swapping roles without losing its own way. Furyo becomes darker, nothing stinging but with its own authoritative character that never abandons its animal and rebellious essence, even if it seems tamed… but it isn’t! As for its performance, my 2017 batch has, in my opinion, the same longevity I remember from the 90s when I first used it… I’m not one to judge whether it lasts an hour more or less; a jewel like this… lasts as long as it should.

Where all sins converge. What a truly unique creation; it’s one of those fragrances that sets a real challenge. Those moments in perfumery where the nose is given full power: a bottle, a name, and an aroma that cannot go unnoticed. It feels as though the Bogart house intervened to indulge a whim, regardless of public opinion. They surely wanted to innovate, no surprise they hired a young Thierry Wasser to join the team, and alongside Ron Winnegrad (creator of the legendary unisex Lagerfeld Classic), they delivered this polyamorous masterpiece. I’ll call him ‘the boy with a bad reputation’; he truly doesn’t respect the olfactory pyramid of the 80s much, in fact, I doubt even Kouros dared so much. While it is more moderate than the so-called white beast, it remains more rebellious than him. This multidimensional spark from Bogart (very much like 80s futuristic cinema) opens with an ambered, animalic note that will leave more than one nose bewildered. In its evolution, there is a soft cilantro, a tiny, almost infinitesimal portion of lavender, and delicate green notes. But what stands out is its completely floral heart: a boozy carnation, dirty enough to repel those who don’t understand it, yet creamy and intriguing enough to ensnare those who succumb to its mystery. Moderate projection; I don’t find it beastly, its scent is so particular it doesn’t need to project so much. If anything, it clings to the skin without leaving it easily, lasting for ages. Over time, the dusted tobacco vanilla becomes more perceptible, playing with the floral (carnation, jasmine) musky heart of the rest. What richness… I adore it; it’s pure lust, but I understand it’s not for everyone.

The only truly animalic fragrance I own; I enjoy it immensely as it far surpasses Quorum. It’s a pity that younger generations don’t appreciate such perfumes, which pack a container of scents together: talc-like, slightly animalic, you can smell the fig leaf, that musk with the creaminess of amber. Delicious and long-lasting. The only vintage discontinued bottle I have, and I’ll cherish it because life is delicious.

Kouros’s brother, equally silver-backed but with a different personality. If you don’t know them well and don’t wear them side by side, it’s hard to tell them apart… The opening is almost identical, but in this one, the animalic and tobacco notes emerge quickly, retaining the complex base but evoking the personality of Kouros, which takes a less rougher and more soapy path… to swap roles, without either abandoning their own path. Furyo becomes darker, not sharp, but with its own authoritative character, which doesn’t abandon its animalic and rebellious personality, even when it seems tamed….. but it’s not!!! Regarding its performance, in this case my batch of Furyo is from 2017 and I don’t know if there are later ones, but this one has, in my opinion, the same performance I remember from the 90s when I first bought and used it… I’m not one to judge quality, because if it lasts an hour more or less, a jewel like this… lasts what it should last…