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Brummel by Antonio Puig is an aromatic woody fragrance launched in 1975 and designed for men. Its composition, the work of Jean-François Latty, Max Gavarry and Rosendo Mateu, unfolds an olfactory pyramid where the top notes include citrus and spices that give way to a floral and woody heart, closing with a base of noble woods and amber that defines its classic and timeless character.
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I didn’t know they had brought this fragrance back. It was my father’s go-to scent for many years, not because he liked it, but because of its ease of availability in the local market of that time. Nowadays, I struggle to recall it in my olfactory memory, but I can say it was not one of my favourites; it was a coarse and nothing spectacular fragrance. Still, if I see it, I would buy it again, just for the collection, although I fear it must already be discontinued (one with Puig never knows what to expect).
What I like most about a scent is that it brings back a memory, a place, a person, something very important, which is life, a set of moments from days that are forgotten and people who remain behind, and others who mark a before and an after and can never be forgotten. It is available on Mercado Libre Venezuela and I am eager to try it; it looks interesting, and Puig has great hidden classics from the past.
I love citrus notes when they take an earthy path thanks to other accords. I hate spices, but if a sharp touch of clove emerges from a balsamic peat, it can amuse me. I adore woods, provided they are cool and elegant. Brummel is surely the fragrance I have hated the most. My father wore it at demand and I do not keep a single nice memory of it. I was five years old and I kept asking why my father smelled so bad, like wet dog or salami. My friends’ parents smelled of Quorum, Loewe, Paco Rabanne, or Cacharel. Damn, even Agua Brava. Elegant, kind, paternal scents. My father did not; he wore this spicy, citrusy, and unnuanced spicy cologne. Grating, shrill, and piercingly sharp, like a crow’s cry. I don’t know how many times I told him I hated his perfume. In the nineties he stopped using it. And I don’t know what was worse, because he switched to Adolfo Domínguez, another spicy and hysterical bomb smelling of salami that I could not stand. Thanks to Brummel, I know the discomfort that unnuanced spicy fragrances cause me. In my mind, this Brummel is the unacknowledged father of Allure and Declaration.
I have never tried Brummel, but I will. Perhaps I’ll even save a few pounds… Regarding the comment that in Spain we do not respect the masterpieces or classics of our perfumery… I would only say that Nenuco, 1916, Álvarez Gómez… I believe they are widely accepted. In the end, each is valued individually.
Well, to be honest about the scent, it smells bad to me. It’s not just because of our conditioning in Spain, where aftershave lotion is far more common and seems much more pleasant, although I still find it hard to use it myself.
Setting aside its intrinsic value, Brummel is an iconic fragrance in Spanish perfumery. It has been with us since forever. I was a child when my father already wore it. As a teenager, I started using it and I still do today. It is, like everything else, a product of its time. Some may find it outdated, rancid, or old-fashioned. To me, it is a classic and an inexhaustible machine of evocation, a fountain of memories. Times change and the tastes of the majority, guided by marketing, now head towards sweet and ambiguous fragrances, the antipodes of what Brummel represents through its composition and campaign. It is a woody scent, indeed THE popular woody fragrance par excellence. In other countries, popular and classic fragrances continue to sell and deserve consideration. It is not a fragrance that should be labelled as cheap or old-fashioned, but a phenomenon to consider: if it still sells well, there must be a reason. I use it for work and informal outings. Used in moderation, it gives a serene, dry, and enduring aroma that conjures the image of freshly cut wood. More than once I have surprised people who asked about my cologne, saying how good it smells… then, upon hearing ‘Brummel’, the look of surprise from those judging based on clichés is quite entertaining. One should be prudent when applying it, even though it is a cologne, not an EDT. Good longevity and trail.
As was to be expected, I like Brummel a lot. It is citrusy, woody, green, and talc-like; I don’t see it as heavy, but very masculine, elegant, natural, with its touch of freshness. It has quite a bit of potency for a cologne. I also don’t share the notion that it is something for the elderly. At my school, it was, by far, the most used cologne. Two things are happening: that this type of scent is no longer in fashion (even less so if it is drugstore), and that in Spain we use that terrible term ‘cologne for old men’. A young man dressed elegantly in a shirt and blazer will receive compliments if he wears Brummel, while others won’t know what it contains. It is sad, but that is how it is. We do not value our own masterpieces as we should, something that other countries do. On the other hand, there are people who associate ‘drugstore cologne’ with something bad, no matter what. The issue, as Ivan80 said, is to go one’s own way and move among opinions of enthusiasts who share tastes, because otherwise, we are simply speaking different languages.
Today, craving some adventure, I went to Mercadona with a friend to test out some budget-friendly fragrances on the skin. Upon seeing Brummel, I set aside my prejudices and approached it with intrigue, curious about the supposed resemblance to Aventus. The similarity is non-existent xD, but it didn’t put me off. Yes, there is a certain woody accord at the start that reminded me, much like Creed, of something from the nineteenth century—elegant and antique. In reality, it reminded me greatly of Springfield; they share that green, velvety touch. They have the same melody, but Brummel sounds deeper, more sober, darker, and more mature. Father and son. Brummel has better longevity. There are modern budget options, but I understand why Brummel has its following. Did they want to perfume men of a certain age, middle class, with good taste, at a good price? A laudable objective achieved. I thought it was a stinker and too old-fashioned for dating, but no. It is a proper scent, fresh, classic woody, and endearing in its lack of pretension.
Brummel remains a masterpiece by Puig. It has gently entered almost every household, offering great perfume performance for little money. I don’t believe there is another fragrance that shines with more intensity and definition. When we smell Brummel, we smell history: that of a country emerging from oppression to seek new horizons. Puig captured that moment in Spain and created a scent that united the average citizen. It triumphed without distinction of age or class, flooding offices, bars, homes, markets, schools, and parks. Whether wearing a tie or not, in jeans or a suit, no one could take its place. It was the emperor of everyday life, a prophet in times of change. Its success was no accident; if the quality weren’t what it is, it wouldn’t have resisted for so many years while maintaining its glory and humility. It is essential to try it without prejudice if you dare to play in the short distance.
Good afternoon. I was gifted a bottle of Brummel and used it yesterday for work. My father used to wear it, and I didn’t like the scent when I heard it as a child, but now it’s a pleasant surprise to perceive it differently; perhaps my own years have shifted my perspective. It smells citrusy, yet not as intense as Sculptur, which I also enjoy. It’s a friendly scent, perhaps slightly intrusive at first, but nothing unpleasant. It smells clean, like freshly ironed and neatly folded clothes waiting in the drawer. It might not be ideal for a black-tie dinner or wearing tracksuit bottoms, but it lasted the entire workday without fading, and I notice it strongly when I get into the car. I wasn’t expecting comments about that ‘old smell’ people mention, but so far, no one has asked me to leave anywhere for smelling stale. I’ll continue using it for a few weeks and then update my impressions.
Good afternoon. Updating after three weeks of using Brummel daily in the mornings and reapplying after lunch before going to work. I’ve had some positive comments and no negative ones, just a couple of notes that the scent was classic, masculine, which leads me to think this cologne is suitable for men of a certain age or also for young people seeking fragrances different from what the market currently imposes. Regarding longevity and how I like to smell what I’m wearing (hence the reapplication), Brummel lasts well for eight hours, which for my workday is a bit short if I don’t reapply. During this time, its aroma is present, especially when I enter a warm place; on those occasions, Brummel peeks out to say ‘here I am’. Overall, I’ve liked it; it offers nothing special to boast about, except a nice, calm, masculine scent without harshness once the first few minutes pass where it can be a bit heavy. A classic, relaxed aroma, with good performance and a discreet trail; it doesn’t need more. By the way, for its price and even if I had to pay for it, a ten out of ten. Pity that prejudices might make us think the cologne our father used is something for old people when this might actually be a value added. Now I’ll move on to another fragrance, but Brummel stays on my daily aroma shelf. Best regards.
True poems emerge from the references of this fragrance. It is because of this deep-rooted love that my curiosity was sparked and I decided to write a review on my YouTube channel. For the community that loves this aroma, with affection, my review on the channel ‘Moy Olaf’. A tribute to you all. A warm hug.
A cologne I still use, even though it has nothing to do with the Brummel of the nineties. Unfortunately, it hasn’t just been cut down on the essences; it doesn’t smell like the old Brummel at all. Those who lived through the nineties know what I mean. This was a bomb; you’d splash a little on and smell it right down the street, lasting many hours. Now it’s a simple eau de cologne, cut to the bone, with a totally different scent. I still buy it for its low price and because it has a little remnant of what it used to be. Pity that this fragrance is ruined just to adapt it to new times and, as usual, to save a lot of money (Puig), mixing water with a tiny hint of what this fragrance once was.
Brummel evokes nostalgia and a cheeky smile. Why? Because I remember seeing it in my house when I was young, and if you recall, in the late eighties and early nineties, young people were generous when it came to applying colognes. That happened with Brummel… it happened to me! jaja. Fortunately, olfactory tastes were different back then and people tended to tolerate more ‘invasive’ perfumes, because I’m convinced I would have attracted a lot of attention if I’d worn that much fragrance today. A classic… very disliked nowadays, but remember, it was then one of the most common and many people used it. Good heavens, how innocent we were, hahaha. I wouldn’t wear it now (I got very saturated with it at the time), but I would keep a bottle for those depressive, low moments to open the lid and smell its contents. It’s unbelievable how a scent has the magical property of transporting us to eras and people we wouldn’t otherwise remember. Cheers.
All I can say about this fragrance is that it smells like my maternal grandfather, one of the people I loved most in my life, who passed away many years ago. It smells very well, even if it’s old, but classics never go out of style, do they? That’s all.
With my stock depleted and chemists closed, I had to go to the supermarket to restock. What can I say? One thing is reformulating, another is cutting down, and another is practising homeopathy. What they’ve done with Brummel has turned it into a simple lemon water with a faint, fleeting hint of the woodiness it once was. In any case…
After trying an eighties bottle of Genesse, I confirmed that my memory had erased nuances of this true time capsule. It was so popular and lasted so long that the image I had of it had become distorted. Brummel is a witness and instigator of an olfactory collective memory in an era when fragrances reigned. I think overexposure works against it; smelling it so many times for so long means saturation is the most likely consequence. It’s hard for me to wear it, but I like smelling it from time to time. However, it’s not as I remembered it; it’s much better.
A supermarket perfume icon, at least in Spain. In recent years, they’ve still advertised it on TV around Christmas. I never bought it when I was using this type of cologne because it wasn’t among my favourites, but I was given it several times, for which I was grateful and used it willingly. I haven’t smelled it in years, but I’d recognise its scent instantly.
I believe there are other equally ‘elegant’ perfumes that could replace it. I remember living in my parents’ house and emptying the bottles I found down the toilet so no one in the house would use them again. 😅 For the sake of your loved ones, use a little and never before the age of 60.
I remember the little splash bottle of Brummel on a shelf in our old bathroom back in the early eighties. It was something of a homegrown Paco Rabanne, easy to find and affordable for everyone. You’d spot it instantly at any gathering, after mass, or in a bar. Personally, I was never really taken with it; I used to wear Agua Brava or Andros with more gusto until I was so saturated I nearly had to beg my mother to stop treating me to the same thing. It wasn’t until the end of that decade, when I was paying from my own pocket, that others arrived that truly captivated me, like Cacharel pour L’Homme. I think Brummel belongs to those green, herbaceous, soapy scents typical of the era, drawing from the Aramis well. A while back I spotted it in a supermarket and nostalgia washed over me. In an uncontrollable impulse, I threw it in the trolley, but then, regretting it, I thought about returning it. ‘When are you going to use it? You’re like a shower head with a hole in it, mate!’ So, upon reaching home, I added another one. You didn’t want soup, so take two cups. No, not another Brummel, the famous Jacq’s! Yes, the Coty one. After so many years, I finally found Jacq’s! ‘Bah, one day is one day. Besides, for thirteen or fourteen napkins…’. ‘Leave me in peace!’ In any case, those who can’t find Jacq’s are the Fragrantica lot. I assure you, it doesn’t spread anything unpleasant. And truly, fellow scent-sniffers, this one really excited me. Jacq’s by Coty!
It is currently distributed (I’m not sure if manufactured) by ‘De Ruy perfumes’ from Alcalá de Guairas, Seville. A friend who also uses it bought a new flanker (Brummel Sport) which, he tells me, doesn’t smell absolutely anything. I fear the worst…
Brummel (1975), what lovely memories. A unique, authentic, and very good cologne, reminding me greatly of my youth. It’s a pity that it has disappeared here in my country. I can’t describe the scent well as I haven’t smelled it in a while (compared to others like R by Rabanne), but I remember Brummel was more aniseed. For me, R by Rabanne smells more of rosemary and lavender; I’m not entirely sure about that assessment. If I were to compare it, I would compare it to Brut by Fabergé, which is frankly aniseed.
This fragrance was my grandfather’s signature from its launch until his death; he didn’t use any other for all those years. I struggle not to associate this aroma with older people, as in my circle only he used it from the day I was born until his last days. It was much more potent; before, it left a lot of sillage on the street. The current versions my husband owns are only noticeable for the first hour and then are just skin scent, much softer. The scent hasn’t changed, but the intensity has dropped noticeably. As it was so mass-produced due to its low price and easy access, it seems to have passed its moment. I don’t find it unpleasant or outdated, although I find that I am incapable of using or imagining the signature perfumes of people around me on others. I only keep it now for nostalgia and to remember a loved one.
I used this cologne years ago, bought it again recently, and it has nothing to do with what I had before. This is just water, period. You need a very fine nose to perceive the scent the fragrance might have had. 250 ml to the bin; the old one was a marvel.
I’ve also been told it was more intense in projection and longevity before. I agree it has that old imprint. I can imagine it worn by a man leaning on a railing with his friends Agua Brava, Quorum, Jacq’s, and Stetson, all in trousers and plain shirts, exuding that air of simplicity and neatness of middle-class parents and grandparents. I imagine them looking calmly at the young fragrances walking down the street with stickers, taking selfies, and showing off what they’ve eaten. These ‘gentlemen’ live quietly, liked or not, indifferent to trends, still alive. They evoke memories and sometimes spark interest in the era. I like Brummel, although it’s not for everyone. Fresh woody with a spicy imprint; certainly more intrusive before, today it leaves a decent sillage for an appropriate time. Recommended? At least try it, yes.
It’s a fresh, green citrus, like bright grass, with woods and spices. If you’re 20, short on cash, and clever, give it a try. Women over 40 will think you smell like your father or grandfather; a 20-year-old girl probably hasn’t even smelled it. The beauty of perfumery is not wearing a brand on your chest; it either smells good or it doesn’t, period. It’s a perfume that every man in my family has used at some point. It smells the same but isn’t the same—reformulated, etc. I have a small bottle for sentimental reasons, but it doesn’t give me the cherished nostalgia; it gives me the ‘bloody hell, I’m old’ vibe. I don’t think I’ll use it again; I don’t want to remember who I was and compare it to who I am now. We must live in the present.
I read the Brummel reviews and agree with everyone: the projection and sillage have nothing to do with the past. I believe it is a perfumer’s cologne. If a niche perfumer were to create a similar one with better projection tomorrow and sell it at a luxury price, it would be a legendary fougère and sell out instantly. I don’t want to criticise anyone, but I think we are often led astray by lack of criteria or commercial interests. I have a niche collection and a trained nose, which is why I defend this cologne. I keep it alongside reasonably priced fougères. Thanks.
Today’s Brummel is incredibly soft and wearable; the reviews claiming it smells like a potent man don’t match the current version. It’s a light cologne with little longevity and sillage, making it unlikely anyone would hate it. In fact, it could easily be unisex. The notes are so muted that almost only the name remains. I like to use it as an eau de cologne for everything. No young person will identify it, so it remains original. Soft herbal and woody notes with no projection, lingering on the skin before evaporating quickly.
It brings back memories of wanting to be like my father and ending up putting the bottle on my eye as if it were eye drops because I didn’t know how to open it. I still keep it to travel back in time, although I notice something that doesn’t quite convince me. Perhaps the essence remains the same, but there’s something else that doesn’t fit.
Brummel used to be the go-to cheap elegance for the middle class, with those 80s ads featuring sax players and dapper men in dinner jackets. The slogan claimed it performed best at close range, but be warned: the projection was in a league of its own. I have a bottle from 20 years ago; it’s a pleasant spiced woody scent, devoid of citrus, with a hint of orange blossom that blends seamlessly. The combination of warm woods and spices is intriguing, with a faint oriental touch. It still smells great today. I’m keen to try the batch sold in Spanish supermarkets at ridiculous prices, although they claim the projection has been significantly toned down.
It reminds millennials of their grandfathers and I love it. Perhaps when I have grandchildren, I will use it. There are great memories behind the bottle, reflected in the bathroom mirror. Essential oil from Spain. Past future. Good past. Sunday paella. The youth of the old.
When I was young, I used this cologne because it was cheap and I knew nothing else, back 35 years ago. I tried it again at the supermarket to remember it and recognised it instantly. I liked it at first and put some on my wrist to see how it developed. After a while, I wanted to finish my shopping and go home to wash it off. I’m sorry, I don’t like it at all now. I wouldn’t wear it for anything, although I admit it brought back good memories.
Speaking of Brummel is a painful task. It hurts to see it in shops and in my wardrobe, and even more to smell it. It was my father’s cologne for his entire life, bought in 1975 when he was 21 and accompanying him until his suicide in 1999 at the age of 45. It was his defining scent. Twenty-five years later, I still keep the last unfinished bottle, which I never opened until today, held back by the cowardice to desecrate a treasure. Instead, I have a 30ml vial that I occasionally reach for to feel him close, though it has little in common with that which once invaded spaces in the 80s and 90s. My father and I never had an easy relationship; two similar personalities prevented a love that both felt but could never offer. That is why bitter memories outweigh the happy ones, which were scarce and have not been diluted by time. Brummel hurts because in it lies my father in both his greatness and his misery. It kills me and gives me life. In Brummel lies everything that could have been but never was.
Joer… I was gifted this when I was a child and I remember liking it a lot. I just smelled it again and was struck by the scent of a burning forest (yes, that’s exactly what comes to mind). It doesn’t last very long, but for €7… I might pick up a bottle or two. By the way, is there anything that smells like this but stronger?
Friend Konvulsion, they’ve recently released the Premium version. It’s not yet on Fragrantica but is easily available at Primor for €13. It’s the same scent but with a higher concentration, so don’t hesitate to grab this instead of buying two bottles of the original.
Well, listen, I quite like it. I know it reminds many people of their parents or grandparents, but in my case, it doesn’t. They never used this perfume, and its price at Primor caught my attention. I gave it a sniff and it truly seemed a bit sexy. I recommend it for anyone wanting something classic but not boring. It’s not perfect and I know that, but its price is excellent and it lasts quite a while on the skin.
It smells like gangster jokes, Cañita Brava, Jesús Gil, and a Renault 4. Fresh, spicy, and green opening; then the spice and woods rise to add depth. Warm, earthy base with tobacco and moss, very classic and masculine. It smells like a father if you’re over 40, and like a grandfather if you’re 20, like a comb in the glovebox, and like unwanted advice. It also smells like simple elegance, when there was no need to spend €180 or have a French name to smell good (although this one is called Brummel). I don’t own it, nor would I use it, nor do I like it; I’m just making an impression of what it evokes in me.
Wavi is the cologne that they keep in their house and they really like it.
Puig attempts to compete with the leather scents of the past, such as Aramis or Hermes, but with less density and a more cologne-like style. With Rosendo Mateu, it doesn’t come across as cheap, and neither does Brummel; the originals from the 60s to 80s were majestic, not boring. There’s a lack of respect for history, except for Álvarez Gómez and Loewe. Puig could charge €50-100 for that green leather that I’d happily pay for as much as a Chanel or Hermes, but they sell rubbish because they can. The same goes for Quorum, a fine, luminous green fern that is now out of fashion.
Not eighty-style, but rather a sixties vibe reminiscent of Dior’s original Eau Sauvage: citrus at the start, dry woods at the base, with a development lasting just 30 seconds. That’s why it’s sold in large bottles; the 30ml costs €3 and the 100ml, €10. It’s a classic that plays to the past, it doesn’t last, lacks projection, and smells clean after a shower, nothing more. If you’re looking for an A, this is a Z.