Adolfo Dominguez

13 reseñas

Mostrando las más recientes primero.

• alvaro gonzalez flores

  January 8, 2014

  

  Well, this fragrance no longer exists in Chile, what a pity… I tried it in the eighties or nineties, I don’t remember the exact year, but it was a very rich fragrance, something sweet at the start to become more woody and intense. Very pleasant trail… Very good!

• Renzo78

  December 29, 2014

  

  Simple…

• karlwind

  December 31, 2017

  

  @Espartaco. But if @Bofifa doesn’t like Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford, can you believe it? And yet he soaks up Kouros like a debutante in a bad clone of Angel. Tastes, perfumes. I put on Kouros and my aorta moves from the spot, but I can take A*men or Armaf Niche Oud to the beach without shame. You see that. Greetings and thanks for your talent.

• Espartaco

  January 3, 2018

  

  One of the male perfumes that defined perfumery in its time, 1990. Perfumes in no-man’s-land: neither the animal leathers nor the dried ferns of the eighties, nor the fresh aquatics of the nineties. Handcrafted aromatic spices, Mediterranean, I think my second most hated family, the one that makes my stomach curl as if I smelled Sauron’s breath. Juniper, verbena, nutmeg, cinnamon, geranium, musk, vetiver; a combination of spicy notes with raw chords characterised by Brummel. My father used up his last bottle a few years ago and I heard my mother say: ‘they told me at the chemist they no longer bring it’. The claps I made in the next room must have been heard all the way to Peru. When I found out he’d switched to Agua Fresca, the illegitimate daughter of freshness that has nothing fresh about it because it smells of dirty towels and a mousetrap, my joy faded. @Bofifa loves these perfumes and I love that he loves them, especially I’m intrigued by that thing that one person’s treasure is another’s rubbish. A few weeks ago I tried Montana pour Homme, one of his latest reviews, and I lacked ammonia on my hands to remove that smell that fascinated him. I went on a motorcycle half an hour later and when I smelled my wrist I thought: ‘I’m dying of anguish’. How is this with tastes? Will there be someone who feels stomach pain when I perfume myself with my favourites? What does the perception of aromas depend on? Experiences, skin quality, genetics? I think it’s a very interesting topic, the radicality with which we know if a note we love or attacks us.

• drakecito

  January 6, 2018

  

  I think the ‘budget’ in @Bofifa’s tastes is very determinant. I don’t say this as criticism; it seems respectable to me, but perhaps he’s too conditioned. A colleague passed me a decant of Kouros and I nearly had to go to the emergency room. But it’s always the same: to each their own. I share tastes with Bofifa like Declaration or Cerruti 1881. The problem with acquiring this discontinued fragrance is that you can buy a damaged product or simply one ‘refilled with another liquid’, as is done often on sites like eBay. I think it’s a very great risk.

• Bofifa

  January 19, 2018

  

  @Espartaco, dear friend, you have no idea how much I laughed at your last comment. Regarding Adolfo Domínguez for men, it’s on my ‘sought after’ list and I have few doubts that I’ll like it (that no-man’s-land of the late eighties and early nineties is one of my obsessions). As for the rest, in my life, like a good pedant who pretends to be a dandy, I’ve gone through periods convinced that there were ‘good’ things and ‘bad’ things. This forum has helped me realise that things aren’t like that. You can’t think otherwise when reading people who understand the subject and appreciate perfumes that horrify me. It’s the greatness of this forum. A perfume I read about this afternoon with great fame: Ambre Fetiche. I can’t stand it; I feel as if I’d rubbed against a roll of kebab meat. It makes me sick and it’s loved. However, I don’t hesitate to put on Kouros with joy. I imagine the perfume world connects with deep perceptions, conditioned by experiences or childhood memories. An anecdote: this morning at the gym there was a girl with a vulgar, cheap vanilla perfume that smelled of cheapness. I say this, I who passionately defend good cheap perfumes. Anyway, friend, don’t stop writing reviews like this. They are stimulating and very fun.

• Espartaco

  January 25, 2018

  

  One of the men’s perfumes that defined perfumery in its time, 1990. They are perfumes in no man’s land: neither animal leathers nor dried ferns like the eighties, nor fresh aquatic scents of the nineties. They are handcrafted spiced aromatic, Mediterranean scents, my second most hated family, the one that makes my stomach curl as if smelling Sauron’s breath. Juniper, heliotrope, nutmeg, cinnamon, geranium, musk, vetiver; a combination of spiced notes with raw chords that characterised this family whose distant grandfather is Brummel. My father used up his last bottle a few years ago and I heard my mother tell him they no longer bring it. The claps I made in the next room must have been heard all the way to Peru. When I found out he’d switched to Agua Fresca, the illegitimate daughter of freshness that smells nothing like fresh, having the scent of dirty towels, salami rind, and a mousetrap, my joy vanished. @Bofifa loves these perfumes and I love that he does, especially I’m intrigued by that notion that a man’s treasure is another’s rubbish and vice versa. A few weeks ago I tried Montana pour Homme for the first time, one of his latest reviews, and I almost poured ammonia on my hands to remove that smell which fascinated him; I was on a motorbike half an hour later and when I smelled my wrist I thought I’d die of anguish. How is this with tastes? Will there be anyone who feels stomach pain and unease when I smell my favourite perfumes? Does it depend on experiences, skin quality, or genetics? I find it a very interesting topic, the radicalism with which we know if an olfactory note or family delights or assaults us.

• Bofifa

  January 22, 2019

  

  When I read a review that catches my eye, that perfume immediately goes onto my search radar. The first Adolfo Domínguez for men had been there since Espartaco wrote his review; something told me I’d find it sooner or later. I saw it a few weeks ago on the forgotten shelves of a chemist, recognised the bottle and knew it was her. The shop assistant told me: ‘It’s no longer made, it’s very sought after’. I thought: ‘Of course, that’s why you’ve had it since 1990’ (the box doesn’t even have the recycling symbol). I definitely don’t think anyone cares about it except me and a few madmen. The reasons are simple: it’s hardly known, it’s in that no-man’s-land between eighties powerhouses and nineties aquatics, condemned to oblivion. And it’s curious that inside that pretty bottle with fragile plastic details lies the best I’ve ever smelled from this house. There’s a fresh spicy note with basil, pineapple and juniper that smells too much like the eighties. The aromatic side weighs more than the fresh; it’s geared towards mature men who used Brummel, smoke and drink spirits, and like fragrances that camouflage suspicious odours. It’s not youthful, but I like it a lot. It has a complex tone of herbal and spice blend that smells to me of account books and jewellery like Liz Claiborne Sport. It’s full of Mediterranean nuances and has a sweaty, animalistic part that would clash with those who only know modern perfumes. I wear it and it makes me happy because I know it comes from years that will never return, important years in my sentimental education. Plus, it has good longevity. One of the best things ever made in Spain then. A understandable but sad oblivion.

• jerry drake

  March 29, 2019

  

  Everyone has their own tastes; what is rubbish to one person is a treasure to another. I share Bofifa’s love for old school and vintage scents, a fascinating but difficult world if you didn’t grow up smelling Trussardi or Krizia. I also adore Kouros; the original formula is a bombshell that many dislike. I’ve bought blind perfumes based on reviews and have been both disappointed and delighted; it’s not about money, but finding something you feel comfortable with. This Adolfo Domínguez for men is pleasant, with a herbal and aromatic focus, a sweet base and a subtly spicy finish that adds warmth. It’s a nostalgic, well-constructed proposal; it won’t make the historical top 10, but it seems very worthy. For grounded men who know how to enjoy the good and simple things life offers. Thank you, friend.

• geovanny

  September 28, 2021

  

  Where can one get the Adolfo Domínguez by Adolfo Domínguez?

• geovanny

  October 17, 2021

  

  Where can I buy the Adolfo Domínguez by Adolfo Domínguez?

• Pplu

  April 18, 2024

  

  Finally found it yesterday after searching every city outside mine as it wasn’t sold here. I grabbed it at a sale in an old perfumery that’s closing down; what a pity to see all those places full of giant fragrances disappearing. The cap is very poor plastic; removing it makes me worry the sprays won’t last long. The opening is an overwhelming mix of basil, cloves, musk, heliotrope, and lavender, which is the least I like. Fortunately, it fades quickly, leaving a scent almost identical to Paco Rabanne’s XS, which clearly drew inspiration from this Adolfo Domínguez fragrance. Over time, a mentholated amber emerges, very similar to what Paco Rabanne copied eleven years later for Ultraviolet. It’s a fragrance from another era that fits perfectly today; it’s a shame they’re destroying such works and letting them be forgotten. It’s not essential for the back of the wardrobe, but if you find it at a good price and like it as a reference for XS, I’d buy it without hesitation.

• Pplu

  April 29, 2024

  

  Finally caught it on sale yesterday at an old chemist that’s closing down. What a pity to see those fake fragrances decorating the shop before everything disappears. The cap is cheap plastic and the little tabs look like they’ll snap off when you open it. The opening is an overwhelming mix of basil, cloves and lavender that doesn’t quite take to my nose, but fortunately it fades quickly to reveal a scent almost identical to Paco Rabanne’s XS. Over time, a mentholated amber appears, very similar to what Paco later copied for Ultraviolet. It’s a fragrance from another era that fits perfectly today; it’s a shame such works are being destroyed and forgotten. It’s not essential, but if you find it at a good price and like it as much as Paco Rabanne’s XS, buy it without a second thought.