Occasionally a perfume has multiple personality disorder. The scent combines two, possibly three, different perfumes into one. I’ve even heard my own personal favorite, Kelly Caleche, described as two completely different fragrances cajoled into residing in a single bottle. But Tom Ford’s For Men takes this multiplicity a step too far. It stuffs a whole crowd of personalities into a single spritz.
In fact, it’s somewhat uncanny just how accurately For Men reproduces the precise odor of a sweaty, crowded, liquor soaked club in some nondescript European town. The musky, spicy, mossy, and syrupy clouds spewing from the toxic crowd overwhelm and nauseate you. Hidden behind the blur is the unmistakable note of alcohol, spilled on the floor and oozing out of people’s pores. As the dense fog envelops you, you’ll gasp for a breath of fresh air.
