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Now he tells me...
All the ones I listed in my post are currently available, the formulas are very close to the scent of the originals and where some of the ingredients may no longer be available (like Oakmoss), they have done a good job replicating them.

Not all currently made heritage fragrances get it right. I have a vintage bottle of Givenchy Monsieur- a contemporary of the 50’s Chanel Pour Homme with a similar soapiness, but a little sweeter where the Chanel leans towards dry. You get the hint of vintage in the first hour but it goes a bit sour on the dry-down and doesn’t leave a pleasant lingering note on the end..it just kind of drones and gets annoying.

I do recall hearing rumor they were planning to reissue the original Paco Rabanne Pour Homme about 8 years ago but never followed up. I vividly remember having an old bottle of it I got from under my fathers sink and loved it.
 
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I like this one a lot too. It has been discontinued recently so you might want to stock up!
fυck. I am almost out and this was my sexy time fragrance for my wife…goddamnit!
 
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fυck. I am almost out and this was my sexy time fragrance for my wife…goddamnit!
Ok, I just found some online, bought 2 bottle (ouch) and if they are legit, I’ll buy a couple more.
 
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fυck. I am almost out and this was my sexy time fragrance for my wife…goddamnit!
Oh man, wearing this is going to be....complicated for me from here on out, haha.

There are a few brands that have maintained their classics/vintage catalog and have done a good job: Dior, Chanel, Guerlain and for the most part, Hermes. Regulations on materials, cost, and changing tastes have all but neutered some beloved favorites, but I think those four brands are safe when buying that "oh yeah, I used to wear that BITD, lemme buy it to relive my youth..."
 
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Ok, I just found some online, bought 2 bottle (ouch) and if they are legit, I’ll buy a couple more.
For a change, I made YOU buy something! In the spirit of the "Recommended Good/Value..." thread, you might want to try Lagerfeld Bois de Vetiver. It reminded me of the Bel Ami Vetiver a little but with a little more citrus and a little less leather.
Equipage Geranium was also disco'd recently too.
 
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For a change, I made YOU buy something! In the spirit of the "Recommended Good/Value..." thread, you might want to try Lagerfeld Bois de Vetiver. It reminded me of the Bel Ami Vetiver a little but with a little more citrus and a little less leather.
Equipage Geranium was also disco'd recently too.
Wasn’t a fan of the geranium. The original Equipage was lovely but a little heavy on the leather (as the name suggests). One thing I have always loved with the older (pre 2015) Hermes fragrances is that you could tell them from across the room- both men’s and woman’s. It’s in the profile and the bass notes- always slightly brooding with incredible depth. My wife has a bottle of Eau des Merveilles and can smell the family resemblance on the dry down with the Belami
 
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@TrboDieselPwrd have you tried anything by Parfums de Marly?

Just took delivery of their men's discovery set and I am very much liking two so far (seven come in the partial set) -
Herod and Carlisle.

They are spendy for full bottles though so I am trying to not like them too much and/or looking into places that do well reviewed impressions.
 
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@TrboDieselPwrd have you tried anything by Parfums de Marly?

Just took delivery of their men's discovery set and I am very much liking two so far (seven come in the partial set) -
Herod and Carlisle.

They are spendy for full bottles though so I am trying to not like them too much and/or looking into places that do well reviewed impressions.
Yeah, definitely. They're known/hyped for their 'thicker' (amber/spice/woods) scents (Carlisle, Layton, Herod) which are very well done. I think their fresh scents are just as good (Percival, Sedley, Greenley, Galloway). Their reputation, almost unfairly, is that they are inspired by designer scents and amp up the quality, longevity, and therefore the price. I think these are all good things and I personally like them. FWIW, I think Greenley is pretty unique. If you like them, that's all that matters.

Perhaps try looking on eBay -- sometimes discounters sell there (look for feedback in the 1000's) and Marly is a brand that seems to come up often.
 
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Holy shitballs, three pages of bottled stink! But some of these descriptions are Hodinkee worthy, so I’ll be doing some noseworthy exploration.

Fahrenheit is my go to, already mentioned up thread, but I find the trick is subtlety…spray a spritz in the air away from you, walk through the mist. Subtlety is the key to not nauseating those around you (never wear if a plane or conference room is involved!)

Other than that, Dr. Bronner’s Castile soap, Peppermint is my scent.

That said, my wife says “you have good hair, bitch!”…it’s long, cut off a foot last week and still enough to pull back, so I’d guess my “scent” is more driven by my choice of shampoo and conditioner…tea tree and mint.

But if I want to go full on hippie, patchouli and well worn Birkenstocks are the ticket…and no deodorant, yeah Baby!!
 
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Holy shitballs, three pages of bottled stink! But some of these descriptions are Hodinkee worthy, so I’ll be doing some noseworthy exploration.

Fahrenheit is my go to, already mentioned up thread, but I find the trick is subtlety…spray a spritz in the air away from you, walk through the mist. Subtlety is the key to not nauseating those around you (never wear if a plane or conference room is involved!)

Other than that, Dr. Bronner’s Castile soap, Peppermint is my scent.

That said, my wife says “you have good hair, bitch!”…it’s long, cut off a foot last week and still enough to pull back, so I’d guess my “scent” is more driven by my choice of shampoo and conditioner…tea tree and mint.

But if I want to go full on hippie, patchouli and well worn Birkenstocks are the ticket…and no deodorant, yeah Baby!!
Fahrenheit was a revelation when it came out- the contra-Drakkar, it wore equally well on women as it did on men and took on a total different bass depending on body ph. I always remembered it as crisp and clean with a smooth dry down.
 
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This is one I haven’t tried. The original is always a fun fav but gets a little monotone -vanillavanilllavanilla- I should pick up a tester.
 
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Was going to a dance in a real club. The year -- 1976, 6th grade. Pubes sprouting and electrical yet vastly not understood feelings blossoming... Debbie Silvas had asked me to slow dance with her the week prior during an in-school dance -- Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street". The week between that dance and the official big time dance had seen me nearly fill up an entire Mead notebook with her first name and my last name.
Jesus christ she smelled amazing during those too few minutes of that song - I was hooked.
The day approached and with my mom's suggestions I showered and put on a corduroy 3-piece suit with a black & silver polyester/rayon shirt with a butterfly collar that would have left John Travolta envious... once downstairs and with mom grabbing her purse, car keys and a Kent cigarette to smoke during the long 12 minute drive downtown to the YMCA she suddenly announced, "Hey, did you put on cologne?" Holy shit, no I had not.
She then said, "Run upstairs while I warm up the car and splash on some of your dad's Jovan Musk!"
She went her way, me mine.
I shook some out into the palm of my hand and dabbled it onto my chubby, whiskerless, face and then added a few dibbles behind my ears -- Debbie might like that after all.
And then in a moment of brilliance and foresight I quickly unbuckled my pleather belt, threw down my grey corduroy pants along with my white Fruit O' The Looms and absolutely marinated my Schwanson and Manions in Musk. The searing agony only took as long to arrive as it took me to hoist everything back up and buckle the belt. Sweet mother of fυck was I on fire. I sucked it up and ran downstairs and straight to mom's idling Monte Carlo. Off we went.

Debbie never showed up. Bitch.
I watched everyone dance but me. It was a drag. I would have actually been sad and maybe even gone off to the restroom and cried but thanks to dad's Jovan I couldn't really concentrate on my romantic plight because my genitals were melting.
After Mom picked me up and I bullshitted her the whole way home about what a great night it had been I hauled ass up to the bathroom and doused the musky fire out with tap water... had a rash on my entire groin for a week.

fυck Jovan and Debbie too.
 
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Was going to a dance in a real club. The year -- 1976, 6th grade. Pubes sprouting and electrical yet vastly not understood feelings blossoming... Debbie Silvas had asked me to slow dance with her the week prior during an in-school dance -- Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street". The week between that dance and the official big time dance had seen me nearly fill up an entire Mead notebook with her first name and my last name.
Jesus christ she smelled amazing during those too few minutes of that song - I was hooked.
The day approached and with my mom's suggestions I showered and put on a corduroy 3-piece suit with a black & silver polyester/rayon shirt with a butterfly collar that would have left John Travolta envious... once downstairs and with mom grabbing her purse, car keys and a Kent cigarette to smoke during the long 12 minute drive downtown to the YMCA she suddenly announced, "Hey, did you put on cologne?" Holy shit, no I had not.
She then said, "Run upstairs while I warm up the car and splash on some of your dad's Jovan Musk!"
She went her way, me mine.
I shook some out into the palm of my hand and dabbled it onto my chubby, whiskerless, face and then added a few dibbles behind my ears -- Debbie might like that after all.
And then in a moment of brilliance and foresight I quickly unbuckled my pleather belt, threw down my grey corduroy pants along with my white Fruit O' The Looms and absolutely marinated my Schwanson and Manions in Musk. The searing agony only took as long to arrive as it took me to hoist everything back up and buckle the belt. Sweet mother of fυck was I on fire. I sucked it up and ran downstairs and straight to mom's idling Monte Carlo. Off we went.

Debbie never showed up. Bitch.
I watched everyone dance but me. It was a drag. I would have actually been sad and maybe even gone off to the restroom and cried but thanks to dad's Jovan I couldn't really concentrate on my romantic plight because my genitals were melting.
After Mom picked me up and I bullshitted her the whole way home about what a great night it had been I hauled ass up to the bathroom and doused the musky fire out with tap water... had a rash on my entire groin for a week.

fυck Jovan and Debbie too.
So this is the opposite of a Penthouse Forum
 
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I use something blue with "Sport" written on the bottle, but I have had that bottle close to 25 years so I am no expert. I usually use something called soap and water and a stick deodorant.

But I remember reading a fragrance test where several women judged different products on some guys. They all liked a scent on the wrist of one of the guys witch turned out to be from his leather watch strap. So something smelling like leather should do the trick
 
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So this is the opposite of a Penthouse Forum
You are braver than me. I stopped reading at « pubes » 🤮
 
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Thanks everyone... so now to add to my lengthy todo list of spotting fakes, scouring ebay, browing the for sale section of the forums, researching my favourite models, I now have to add selecting and buying some taster pots of various vintage parfums... thanks a lot!
 
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Hi
Was going to a dance in a real club. The year -- 1976, 6th grade. Pubes sprouting and electrical yet vastly not understood feelings blossoming... Debbie Silvas had asked me to slow dance with her the week prior during an in-school dance -- Gerry Rafferty's "Baker Street". The week between that dance and the official big time dance had seen me nearly fill up an entire Mead notebook with her first name and my last name.
Jesus christ she smelled amazing during those too few minutes of that song - I was hooked.
The day approached and with my mom's suggestions I showered and put on a corduroy 3-piece suit with a black & silver polyester/rayon shirt with a butterfly collar that would have left John Travolta envious... once downstairs and with mom grabbing her purse, car keys and a Kent cigarette to smoke during the long 12 minute drive downtown to the YMCA she suddenly announced, "Hey, did you put on cologne?" Holy shit, no I had not.
She then said, "Run upstairs while I warm up the car and splash on some of your dad's Jovan Musk!"
She went her way, me mine.
I shook some out into the palm of my hand and dabbled it onto my chubby, whiskerless, face and then added a few dibbles behind my ears -- Debbie might like that after all.
And then in a moment of brilliance and foresight I quickly unbuckled my pleather belt, threw down my grey corduroy pants along with my white Fruit O' The Looms and absolutely marinated my Schwanson and Manions in Musk. The searing agony only took as long to arrive as it took me to hoist everything back up and buckle the belt. Sweet mother of fυck was I on fire. I sucked it up and ran downstairs and straight to mom's idling Monte Carlo. Off we went.

Debbie never showed up. Bitch.
I watched everyone dance but me. It was a drag. I would have actually been sad and maybe even gone off to the restroom and cried but thanks to dad's Jovan I couldn't really concentrate on my romantic plight because my genitals were melting.
After Mom picked me up and I bullshitted her the whole way home about what a great night it had been I hauled ass up to the bathroom and doused the musky fire out with tap water... had a rash on my entire groin for a week.

fυck Jovan and Debbie too.

Not where I thought this was going, but a pretty good Wonder Years moment.

Can't imagine how you'd have felt if Debbie had shown up.
 
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I can’t smell so I could be dousing myself in petrol for all I know but my wife brought me ‘Mezzanotte’ from Galimard last year when we visited the factory. - closest thing to Sex Panther you’re likely to find!