This stuff needs to come with a choke collar
This review is less about the notes and more about how finicky this scent has been for me. It took me decades to resolve the peculiarities of this fragrance—to tame this beast, so to speak. I still have my original bottle from the early 90’s, nearly full, because I wore it so infrequently due to bad experiences. I would just occasionally sniff the box to get my fix. I loathed wearing it. But I believe now I can appreciate its charm. When worn properly under strict conditions, Fahrenheit is a 10/10. Bold and intriguing. But I don’t ever let it off-leash. I’ve heard many people say it smells like gasoline. I never thought that. But I do think they are on to something. It’s not sharp like benzene; it’s much more complex. To me, there’s a hint of the way my hands smell after doing a tune-up on the car…when my hands are streaked with a little grease and road grime. I find it unique and comforting. It last ages on my skin, and I’ve learned to never reapply it without first taking precautions. Additional layers clash with the dry-down notes and produce a repugnant sour odor. So, when it starts to fade after a few hours, I instead lightly pat my skin with a damp tissue to re-moisturize the cologne. It’ll start radiating its beautiful aroma again. Or, I’ll wash it off completely before reapplying. Also, Fahrenheit is only suitable for the coldest weather. If there’s even a hint of sweat on my skin, this stuff turns rancid. Fahrenheit is undeniably a masterpiece, and its no surprise to me that it’s still being produced. But definitely consider its temperament before wearing it in public.