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Massimo Dutti
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Massimo Dutti by Massimo Dutti is an aromatic fougère fragrance for men. Launched in 1988, this composition was created by perfumer Ramon Monegal. Upon opening, bergamot, Amalfi lemon and lavender provide a fresh, citrusy top note. The heart reveals a spiced and floral blend featuring nutmeg, clove, jasmine, cinnamon and lily of the valley. The base settles on oakmoss, sandalwood, French labdanum, patchouli and musk, offering a warm, woody finish.
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It’s true that Spaniards don’t talk much about this fragrance because it’s ‘so ours’; the 95% of us have used it and it’s still worn as if it were obvious. It’s very good, with a beautiful and timeless composition. Trends and the fact that it’s so fashionable make it mass-produced and you can find it in any supermarket, plus those gift sets at incredible prices. It smells rich and aromatic, with soft and clean notes. On my skin, it gives green notes accompanied by florals that add a romantic touch. The spices give it a nice trail and the base is woody. I consider it an almost immortal fragrance, always on hand, which is why nobody pays it much attention. It’s taken for granted that Massimo Dutti is there, just like their shops in shopping centres.
I was doubtful at first, but it smells fantastic: fresh and citrusy with a very elegant base of sandalwood and oak. It’s super masculine and has huge potential, although the longevity is a disaster; after a few minutes, it’s almost gone. I’ll be looking for a similar scent that lasts longer.
A manual aromatic, everything says Mediterranean. It has a playful dance of notes thanks to the combination of the coldness of citrus and lavender with the heat of clove and the more resinous base notes. I always perceive its characteristic sparkling tinkling. There is a non-edible basil planted in summer on the Mediterranean coast, the alhábega. When it blooms, it’s customary to touch the white flowers and smell… For me, Massimo Dutti smells exactly like that: aromatic alhábega, sparkling, ambered and very revitalising. This perfume happens to many unpretentious masterpieces, Pino Silvestre, Agua Brava or Ck One… where you know, without a doubt, that it is them, just by smelling it.
Massimo Dutti represents the line that should never have been broken: the transition from the sharp ferns of the 80s towards fresher scents, without losing its green and woody character. Aquatics and blue bottles hadn’t become fashionable yet. It was a happy era, perfumistically, of versatile works and youthful spirit, without renouncing naturalness or balsamic notes. I used Massimo Dutti at various points in my life, but I had completely forgotten how it smelled, until the other day I felt like buying the brand’s gel (my favourite is Badedas, but I prefer to space out its use) and was fascinated by its aroma. Today, a current bottle fell from the sky, gifted by someone to whom I mentioned my curiosity. Yes, the smell is lovely and refreshing: very green, slightly spicy, with an opening of citrus and lavender that is pure glory, then drifting into a woody and mossy base. And here is the problem. I don’t recall how it performed in its glory years, but now its projection is skin-deep from the start and doesn’t last more than three hours. There is that “mossy trail”, but it doesn’t smell like the real oakmoss of the vintage, but something similar with much less strength. I suppose Massimo Dutti is another victim of IFRA regulations and their absurd reduction of oakmoss, which has ruined a historical genre like fern, inseparable from that component that gives depth and fixation. It’s like drinking a non-alcoholic beer.
After acquiring an old bottle of Massimo Dutti (with the silhouette of a man from behind), my suspicions were confirmed, with certain nuances. The scent is much better crafted, making the current version seem quite simplified. It has more complexity, as if the modern one is nothing more than an imitation. It doesn’t have much potency, roughly equivalent to the modern version, though I’d say it’s actually a point superior. The oakmoss is very present and the longevity extends for several hours. In short, it is clearly better than the current version.
Clean and fresh, but above all, cosy. Very cosy. I’m not much of a fan of citrus, and this fragrance is, yet it remains one of my all-time favourites. It reminds me of my pre-adolescence; it was one of the first I owned in the late 80s, alongside Privata by Parera. It transports me to springs filled with new experiences and worlds to discover, and to innocent first kisses on summer afternoons. It makes me feel young, elegant and timeless. It’s a classic that, for me, will always be a time machine where every time I put it on, I’m back at 14 years old. I’ve used its after-shave all my life, from my first shave with four hairs to now grooming my grey hair. For the price, it should be on every serious collector’s shelf. It seems like a priceless work of art.
Unmistakable, unparalleled and unique. They first gifted it to me at 15, and since then I’ve made sure to keep a bottle in my drawer. Now that I know it’s better suited for spring and summer, I’ll enjoy it more. Previously, I wore it all year round without realising that using it in autumn and winter was almost a waste. The good thing is the price; a prestige cologne for under £20. One of my favourite classics.
My first cologne. The best in terms of quality and price. It’s one of those colognes that people enjoy more smelling on others than wearing themselves. A marvel. Unique and exceptional.
Massimo Dutti. Good evening, I bought it a long time ago (when it was very trendy) to gift to my brother, who is as fond of perfumes as I am. He adored it. Recently, I bought it for a son, young and more of a gourmet, who also added it to his collection. Now I bought it again for a friend, but I couldn’t resist and kept it for myself, as I enjoy all trends (though I’m a lover of orientals). I’ll buy another for him soon… It’s fresh, ideal for spring and summer, with weak longevity and a soft sillage, nothing intrusive. Perfect after a post-sport shower or for dining at a beach chiringuito. Also great for enjoying on the sofa reading with relaxing music. It’s unisex and has a glorious opening of incense-like lavender that quickly gives way to citrus, moss, and spices. If the top notes lasted longer, it would be one of my favourites. Oh! The quality/price ratio is unbeatable. It won’t be missing from my collection. Best regards.
Another freshie from my adolescence; it smelled very soft and fresh. I adored it; it didn’t come with a spray nozzle, so you applied it like liquid gold.
I’ve rediscovered happiness in a bottle of Massimo Dutti by Myrurgia. I believe a perfume is an emotion, and there are many here. These are good memories that come easily from this original version. It was launched in the late eighties when many of us were starting to choose our first fragrances, which over time displaced the colognes our relatives used to gift us. I love its citrus, nutmeg, and oakmoss notes. For me, it has become a classic.
To me, it smells of clove with a citrus twist. It’s incredibly addictive and very pleasant.
In my opinion, it’s a clone of Grey Vetiver by Tom Ford. If it lasted longer, it would be spectacular; pity that it’s now skin-scent only. Good perfume for the price.
Bottled nostalgia. A clean and classic fragrance, ideal for home. It lasts a breath, but for the price, you can’t ask for more. I had it in a combo with deodorant, aftershave, and shower gel; the latter two performed better. It disappears in about an hour. Nutmeg and lemon.
Sometimes we value foreign things more than Spanish ones. This fragrance competes with expensive designer perfumes. I agree it resembles Cacharel pour homme, although the French one is more intense. Massimo Dutti has a citrus opening that moves to herbal with spices. It’s true that the trail and longevity aren’t high, but for the price, it does a good job. Unfortunately, they no longer produce it and it doesn’t appear on their website. What a pity, because for 20-25 euros it was a good choice. I don’t see it as unisex at all. Final note 7.
@Cochipotamo, the clone would be Grey Vetiver, which came out 21 years later, but Massimo Dutti is by Ramon Monegal, one of the greats. What a perfume so undervalued because it’s Spanish and affordable. Obviously, it doesn’t last long now due to reformulations, but before it performed incredibly well and smelled like the classics. A piece of personal history and Spanish perfumery dies.
Unfortunately, they have already discontinued it.
A sad goodbye… I was 15 when I used it for the first time. It’s incredible that now they say it smells old. I alternated it with Hugo Boss, Ultraviolet, and M7, but it was my fragrance for school and afternoons. Yesterday I smelled it and memories of my adolescence flooded back; it’s incredible how a scent unlocks so many memories after 20 years. I liked it a lot, but M7 dominated and became my daily wear. Today I regret it because I missed out on others from that era. I had it in splash and in 100ml and 200ml sizes because the Three Kings brought me bottles from the East until almost a decade ago. I don’t keep any with an atomiser; they’re all splash. I also had the Sport version, a bomb that lasted hours. It never smelled citrusy to me, which I’m grateful for because I can’t stand dominant citrus, nor lavender or iris. It always smelled of nutmeg different from Cacharel’s, of cinnamon, and a woody base with a subtle moss. I remember applying it in the morning at 7:30 and arriving at 14:30 still smelling of it, although I always used a lot. It’s sad to say goodbye to something that shared your life, but this will be the goodbye to a fragrance as typical as many from Puig.
My girlfriend gave me a set of eau de toilette, deodorant and aftershave. At first I didn’t like it. I was only attracted to commercial scents like those Puig makes now with Paco Rabanne (One Million, Invictus, etc). She would wear it occasionally to please me: ‘Smell, I put on the perfume you gave me.’ But it didn’t attract me, I noticed it was very spicy and outdated. Now I’m getting into the nuances of perfumes and appreciating things. It’s true that at the start that spicy note is strong, but it has an impressive amount of nuances: nutmeg, cloves, spicy cinnamon, citrus, sandalwood, etc. It’s not for modern sweet tastes, but now that I’m more attracted to perfumes I think it’s something to value. If it lasted a bit longer on the skin it would be perfect. It’s an end-of-80s scent, but much better than some luxury ones from that era. For example, I don’t see the point of paying so much for Polo Ralph Lauren when we have Massimo Dutti or Agua Brava; if these two were by a foreign designer they would cost much more.
My girlfriend gifted me the set of eau de toilette, deodorant, and aftershave. At first, I didn’t like it; I was only attracted to commercial scents like those from Puig or Paco Rabanne. I used it to please her, but it felt spicy and dated to me. Now that I’m opening up to fragrances, I see that this strong spice blend has incredible nuances: nutmeg, clove, cinnamon, citrus, and sandalwood. It’s not for sweet-toothed tastes, but now I appreciate it. If it lasted longer, it would be perfect. It’s an aroma from the late 80s, better than many luxury ones from that era. I don’t see why pay so much for Polo Ralph Lauren when we have Massimo Dutti or Agua Brava, which would be worth far more if they were by a foreign designer.
If you think you’re too young for this, you’re not. It’s well-made despite not lasting long. The special thing is the rapid change of notes: juicy lemon with lavender that then shifts to nutmeg, crowned by oakmoss and patchouli. It’s a pleasant finish, delicate yet sensual, ideal for work and for flirting if it lasted longer. Massimo Dutti EDT is fine for many situations; it brings smiles and respects the work of Ramon Monegal. I’ll continue to use it with pride, even for shopping.
I always wonder why they discontinued this jewel. It smelled incredible. Although subtle, it was very masculine, elegant, and classy. I loved that touch of nutmeg and the contrast between citrus and oakmoss. I miss smelling something like that terribly.
I will always wonder why they discontinued it. It smelled tremendously well. Although something soft, it was very masculine, elegant and classy. I loved that touch of nutmeg and the contrast of the citrus with the oak moss. It’s missed to smell something like that.
For anyone wanting to relive the 90s (in my case, university) with an almost exact copy and close to the original formula, try Golden Wasser by Instituto Español. Cheap (10-12 euros), 200 ml bottle with splash. Both the box and the bottle recall, without trying to be a dupe, the original. But the best is the aroma, which will persist in the market thanks to this century-old fragrance house, which has some little things not to be missed.
To relive the 90s (in my case, university) with an almost exact copy, close to its first formula, try Golden Wasser by Instituto Español. Cheap (€10-12), 200ml bottle with splash. Both the box and the bottle recall, without trying to be a dupe, the original. The best part is the aroma, which will last thanks to this century-old fragrance house, which has a few tricks up its sleeve.
I remember the bottle used to be elongated with a golfer on the label; a fresh scent that would get you compliments. I used several bottles before trying others, and years later I bought it again with the current design until they discontinued it. It doesn’t smell the same; it seems like a fresher fragrance without the magic of before. I’m not sure if it was reformulated or if, after smelling it so much, it no longer captivates me as it did, but I believe it wasn’t the same as in its early days.
A classic that brings back memories of good times. I’d be wearing it right now!
A classic with which you’d stroll around the party zones in the 90s and receive compliments. Fresh and easy to use, ideal for daytime and spring. What a pity it’s no longer manufactured. Update: when did they decide to stop? Bad decision. It’s a staple, a must-have. In my life, I’ve spent ten bottles without hesitation. Very wearable and charming. If they bring it back, I’ll definitely buy it.
I used to wear it at school, and now, at my parents’ house, I found a forgotten box with a 100ml bottle next to his aftershave. What a treat to remember a fragrance loaded with stories. It smells delicious; my sense of smell isn’t refined, but I feel it’s a fresh, masculine perfume from another era. Upon smelling it, I think of my father freshly shaved or my uncle before heading to work. It is undoubtedly the scent of men in the 90s.
This smells more like memories than perfume. It brings my father to mind in the 90s, spraying it on after his shower. That mossy, greeny tone floated among the steam. It also evokes our trips in the red Ford Fiesta to Málaga, those endless Sundays along secondary roads. I return home with a strange lethargy, mixed with the sadness of Sabina’s songs on loop. A strange sadness that overwhelms me on Sunday afternoons. My father no longer wears it, but I remember it vividly.
This scent is more an evocation of memories than a normal review. Images of my father using it in the 90s come to mind. For example, after a shower, he wore it very generously. That mossy and greenish scent floated among the steam of the hot water. I also recall our car trips to my grandparents’ house. Most Sundays, the whole family would pile into my father’s red Ford Fiesta towards Málaga. Those journeys on the slow secondary roads seemed endless and lasted over four hours. I remember being invaded by a strange apathy on the way back. It was a bittersweet feeling, I don’t know if because of the evening that was coming or because those Sabina songs on loop sounded even sadder. It’s curious how I’ve felt that same bewildered sadness on my afternoons on Sundays. My father hasn’t used it for years, but I still remember it vividly.
My nose is ahead of itself as an excuse, as I nearly confused it with Dana’s SQUASH, mind you, I have a bottle of each right next to me. No, but only because I smell them one after the other almost simultaneously and notice the differences. There are a series of fragrances reserved for memory, and Massimo Dutti is one of them. I have the Antonio Puig version and the Myrurgia one (a bit dated now); one day I’ll see if I can find the seven differences.
I remember a spring morning in 1993, a year I repeated my course and shared a desk with another repeater in that endless sixth year of E.G.B. I arrived earlier than usual, and just as the teacher was about to start, my classmate Javier sat down. As he passed behind me, an almost heavenly scent invaded me, intensifying when he took off his jacket. I’d never heard Javier smell like that before. A few minutes later, with the teacher already talking, I quietly asked him what cologne he was wearing. He replied that he’d taken it from his father’s wardrobe; it was Massimo Dutti. At that moment, the teacher shouted ‘Shh, silence!’ pointing straight at us, who were sitting in the front row. His gaze burned us. Immediately, I wrote the name of the cologne in my maths notebook. That day, I couldn’t think of anything else but feeling the bursts of that exquisite aroma. He wore it for several days until the bottle ran out, and his father hid the next one in a place he could never reach. Dazzled by the beauty of the fragrance, at lunchtime I gathered my courage and told my father: ‘You must buy yourself the Massimo Dutti cologne.’ He replied, half-surprised and offended: ‘That doesn’t even come up to Brummel or the sole of your shoe.’ I ordered him to buy it for me. Two seconds later, he settled it: ‘That’s not a cologne for twelve-year-olds. When you’re older, I’ll buy it for you.’ And so I did years later, not just for the money, but because I couldn’t forget that aroma that stirred me inside that morning. Today I secretly mourn the absence of Massimo Dutti as I mourn my father’s, searching for answers where I know there are none. Sometimes I feel the certainty that this world is a drifting ship where everything precipitates overboard and never returns, even what you love most. It is then that I feel a terrible fear.
It was one of those first spring mornings in 1993. That year I was repeating a year and shared a desk with another repeater in a sixth-form E.G.B. that seemed endless. That day I arrived earlier than usual. I was sitting when, two minutes later, my partner appeared just before the teacher started. As he passed behind to sit down, a nearly celestial aroma invaded me. The sensation grew when he took off his backpack and jacket and left them on the backrest. Javier never smelled like this, I thought, surprised. Minutes later I couldn’t hold back; although the teacher was already explaining, in a barely audible whisper I asked what cologne he was wearing. ‘I got it from my father’s wardrobe. It’s Massimo Dutti,’ he blurted out. At that moment, a ‘Shh, silence!’ came directly from the teacher towards us. It wasn’t hard to catch: we occupied the first two desks in the first row. His inquisitive gaze burned our pupils like red-hot iron. Immediately I wrote the name of the cologne in my maths notebook. That day I couldn’t focus on anything other than feeling the bursts of that excellent aroma. He wore it for several days until the liquid gold ran out and his father hid the next bottle in a remote place he could never reach. Tremendously stunned by the beauty of the fragrance, when I got home at noon I mustered the courage to face my father’s gaze: ‘You have to buy yourself the Massimo Dutti cologne, Dad,’ I blurted out. ‘Massimo Dutti? That doesn’t even reach Brummel or the sole of the shoe,’ he responded, offended by the attempt to overthrow his lifelong cologne. ‘Well, buy it for me,’ I dared to order him. Two seconds later he settled the matter: ‘That’s not a cologne for 12-year-olds. When you’re older I’ll buy it for you.’ And so I did years later, not just for money, but when, unable to forget that aroma that stirred me inside, I felt mature enough to wear such a philter of elegance. Today I secretly mourn the absence of Massimo Dutti as I mourn my father every day, and I keep looking for answers where I know there are none. Sometimes, only sometimes, I come across the certainty that this world is a drifting ship where everything precipitates overboard and never returns. Even what you love most. And that is when I feel a terrible fear.
What nostalgia! It was my first fragrance ever (back in school days). I’d love to have it and smell it again; does anyone know where to get it without having to mortgage the house?
There are fragrances that aren’t remembered for their notes, but for how they make you feel. Massimo Dutti is one of them. I haven’t worn it for years and can’t describe it precisely now, but I’m sure: if I smelled it today, I’d recognise it instantly. It had identity, it was elegant, clean and masculine, very on-brand. It didn’t seek attention or stand out too much, but it had a very recognisable presence. It was a scent that accompanied you, fitted effortlessly and became part of your daily life. It wasn’t modern or groundbreaking, nor was it generic; it had that timeless touch that’s hard to find nowadays. A well-dressed, serious and easy-to-wear aroma that conveyed order, calm and good taste. One of those that doesn’t tire you out and, without you realising, gets etched into your memory. It’s now discontinued, which makes it even more special. Not because of its projection or longevity, but because of the mark it left. Massimo Dutti wasn’t just a perfume; it was a stage, a memory, a personal signature. Some fragrances are forgotten quickly; this one isn’t. Note (from memory): 7/10
Boucheron Singulier for men smells very similar when you first come out. If you’ve never tried it or want to recapture this incredible scent, I’d recommend giving it a go.