Green Jeans by Versace

Back in secondary school about 10 years ago, this perfume came into my hands by pure chance. Everyone at home hated it, but at 15, I adored it. It’s a classic green and woody scent with the same DNA as Blue Jeans. Over time, it becomes clean, crisp, and soapy with a citrusy, sharp touch. My bottle finished 7 years ago, and although I open it to remember the aroma, it’s still there. I’d give anything for another bottle, but it’s discontinued, and I doubt they’ll relaunch it as it’s so different from what’s used today.

I know Blue Jeans well, but this one got the better of me. Thanks to the legendary Bofifa, always available and generous, it has a high perfumery level. It has a very green, youthful cut but is domesticated, nothing harsh, with a sporty focus. At first, it seems simple, but over time it changes and offers more worked sensations. It transports you back to the years of its creation when there were many good proposals. It recalls eighties fragrances but reviewed in a less aggressive and more pleasant way for those who can’t handle the aggressive olfactory bombs of that time. It’s an optimal option to try. It’s as if we took the leather jacket off Wild Pine and put on a comfortable tracksuit. It can be praised or criticised, but one must recognise its brightness and joy.

Matarratas smells of lavender pine and lemon. It is not a woody fragrance but a handcrafted fern without oakmoss. Citrus spicy and aromatic. Those who like it will find it interesting; for me who am not an expert and hate ferns it was unbearable – it reminds me of a young Brummel. When Versace launched the jeans line in the nineties owning one of those bottles was a trophy. Today young people handle money as if it were trading cards but back then you had to earn it. Buying a designer perfume meant months of saving. The first perfume I bought with my own money was its blue sibling Blue Jeans. I was fascinated by it; it was oriental cloyingly sweet sugary and opulent. I remember everyone commenting that I was wearing women’s cologne (how fashions change!). I used several bottles grew older and Blue Jeans stopped seeming like my own. Nevertheless I remember it with affection just like its red version or its partner Green (the yellow one for girls). That is why I was disappointed when I bought Green Jeans blindly. I let myself be swept away by nostalgia for the past and where I expected a refreshing aromatic yet modern fragrance I stumbled upon the illegitimate son of Halston 1-12 and Don Algodón for men. With what I have spent on my last three blind buys I could have bought a nice already-tested perfume that doesn’t suit me but which I would love to have for use at home (like Dior Homme). So as a New Year’s resolution I write this six months in advance: never buy blindly again. Enjoy the perfumes you already have use them and when they run out go to a perfumery and try them out. Cheers.

After searching for so long, I found it in Mexico, complete with a miniature! I am the happiest boy in the universe; I had been searching for it desperately for eight years. I try not to use it indiscriminately like its siblings (Blue and Black Jeans). I notice the bergamot, jasmine, and fir aldehydes a lot. I LOVE IT! I’ve received compliments from my friends saying I smell delicious. Greetings.