Don Algodon Hombre by Don Algodon

The note that really hooks me is dihydromyrcenol; it’s a genuine lifesaver for summer heat.

It smells 80% like Davidoff’s Cool Water: lots of alcohol and fully synthetic. I wouldn’t recommend it even at the low price; there are better options such as Álvarez Gómez, Crossman or Springfield.

It was my first ‘formal’ fragrance. The days when my mother would bathe my sister and me in Henao de Pravia were long gone. I remember the day I met it: it was a gift from my friends for my 17th birthday in August 1997. They bought it at my parents’ chemist, now gone, which I used to visit frequently as a child. Since then, I’ve always worn it because it reminds me of that lively group of teenagers, that wonderful summer in the village where every day was an adventure lived with the intensity of someone who believes they own the world. When I first opened it, its scent became mine forever. Today, 31 years after its creation and 27 since my first encounter with Don Algodón, I give thanks to life that it remains among us and to Ramón Monegal for creating it. For me, it ceased to be a simple cologne, becoming my signature and the key to a chest where I keep my life’s tenderest memories like a treasure.

A genuine all-rounder…

I found a bottle of Don Algodón at home with no memory of it. Upon trying it, I didn’t love it; everyone praises the citrus scent but I don’t like it much; it’s enjoyable but nothing more. It is very alcoholic and after those first minutes it becomes more pleasant, but it’s not a wonder. Its price is ultra-cheap, which is why it doesn’t last longer than a sigh; on my skin it disappears in a few hours.

What a pity it doesn’t last longer; it’s a unique and very cool citrus and alcoholic scent; it could perfectly be one of the best cheap citrus classics, what a shame.

Classic and super fresh for everyday use; I’ve had it since childhood and still wear it, whether gifted or bought. No age or time limit; after a shower, for going out or refreshing yourself in the summer heat. Good trail at first and acceptable longevity; over time it sticks to the skin and more to clothes, but if you add the gel and deodorant, you gain presence and lasting power.

I am the lucky owner of a batch of Myrurgia, the original formula which far surpasses the current version in both longevity and quality. I have very little left, so I use it to evoke innocent, carefree times. It is a fresh, classic cologne, timeless, with well-integrated bergamot, lavender, and mint, a subtle spicy note, and a sweet base that gives it body. Without exaggeration, if someone smelled it blind, they would think it was much more expensive and it remains totally current. The current version seems very basic; I would go for a Zara citrus instead. Myrurgia Don Algodón, a wonderful lost treasure. Au revoir!

I won’t talk about the scent because everyone knows it; I’m only writing this due to my disappointment after trying it a few days ago: it literally lasts five minutes, then barely on the skin for a couple of hours and that’s it. I compared it with SportMan, which isn’t powerful either, yet after an hour I could only smell this one, which lasted and projected much more than expected. It has a reasonable price; I use it after a shower as an aftershave because I love it; it’s one of my favourites, what a shame about the performance for daily use. Perhaps the tester was expired; I’ll have to try it elsewhere to confirm. Best wishes.

I only read memories and odes to the fragrance below. I took on the task of ordering it from Spain to experience it in my hands. So to everyone for whom it brings memories, I dedicate my YouTube review. On my channel Moy Olaf you can find my sincere opinion. Greetings to all who left their nostalgic memory.

A couple of days ago, I stepped on a landmine that had fallen from a notebook while I was tidying my office. A piece of graph paper slipped and landed on my desk. Seeing it, I felt that fatal click, that imperceptible sound that precedes an explosion and would have torn my insides to pieces in a thousandths of a second. A smiling face drawn in simple strokes with the message: ‘I love you very much, fatso’. Disoriented and blinded, I waited for my thread of life to snap so I could fly to the stars. That all the years since she wrote to me would be lost in a wormhole. That she would still be in love, sending me signals, that I hadn’t made a mistake, that so many bridges hadn’t burned, and that the sun would rise again. The English song ‘John Riley’ expresses the yearnings of someone who loved: a woman in her garden watches a suitor asking for her hand. She replies that her beloved went to sea seven years ago and won’t marry another. What if he died in battle? I will die when the moon wanes. What if he drowned? I will honour his memory. What if he found another love? I will wish them health and happiness. The suitor kisses her hands and says he is John Riley. The story is beautiful, but reality is different. Seven years is a long time; John Riley would have died, drowned, or be married to someone else. If he had returned, he could have seen her new happiness, and he would have been just a small memory of a past era. The same applies to Quevedo’s verse: ‘dust you will be, but more enamoured dust’. The image is aesthetic, but that dust won’t be enamoured, just a cold particle drifting through space. We only have memories, dreams, and feelings to face the certainty of life and turn our pain into something meaningful. Perfumes are part of this game; their evocative power builds palaces in the air, making us remember and experience buried sensations. Here enters the glorious ‘Don Algodón’, with its humble name and simple bottle, a scent of bright bergamot and lavender with spicy and tobacco notes. Fresh and cosy, putting it on after a shower is like snuggling into thick sheets in winter or getting lost in the countryside. Its simple formula gives security and the hope that it will always be there, offering comforting sparks. When applied, as the skin feels its spiced and neat breeze, it may seem that no time has passed between that note and the day I found it, that the beloved of John Riley waited against wind and tide to be happy again, and that the particles of those who lived infuse space with passion and life.

It was the first ‘bath water’ my brother gave me back in ’97; I was 14, and I loved it. And if I saw it today, I’d buy it without a doubt.

This cologne has been on the market for years and it’s still a beast. Excellent value for money. I can’t remember how many bottles I’ve bought over the years to give as gifts.

My boyfriend wears it (I gifted it to him years ago). It smells very fresh and pleasant. By the way, the women’s version of Don Algodón doesn’t appear in the database; I owned it many years ago, I believe it was my first perfume; I would be delighted to see its notes listed.