Gucci pour Homme (2003)
by Gucci

Gucci pour Homme opens with a pleasantly nose-tingling burst of ginger, but this doesn’t persist for more than ten or fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, what it leaves in its wake is a relatively pedestrian fresh, woody oriental composition that reminds me of an impoverished Heritage – or perhaps Armani Code. As an incense based oriental Gucci pour Homme is a Toyota Camry: it’ll get you where you’re going without a glitch, but driving the M5 of Avignon or L’Homme Sage (never mind Jubilation XXV’s Maserati,) is a lot more fun. Gucci pour Homme dries down to a bland, fuzzy vanilla, woods, and amber base that’s OK if you like that sort of thing, but it won’t get my award for originality. This one’s disappearing in my rear view.

Verry masculine! Verry different from all that sweet and boring fragrances...Wow! After many mistakes I try this one and now I must say :THIS IS THE ONE!!!!

Years after completing grade school, the month of September had a hold on my psyche like none other. Not because the school year always started in September for me, but more so the smell of crispness in the air mixed with the anxious urge to wear slightly out-of-season, stylish, more heavier clothing. September was alive with energy. The energy of a new year, new priorities, new methods and materials to organize these priorities...notebooks, papers, pencils, and ideas. Gucci Pour Homme personifies this. September-October in a bottle. It took me 10 years out of college to let September be just another month. But, GPH engulfs me in my rendition of September like a crisp northeastern autumn day full bright faces and new ideas.

Wood and leather are what I get from this. It's not a bad smell to me, but definitely not great. Unique in its experience but really, all to their own. This smell just didn't work for me.

There is something about this fragrance that is very odd.......and slightly offputting. I don't know if it affects anyone else this way, but it recalls a memory of something unpleasant , to me. Actually, there is an odd almost plasticy accord in there that every time I smell it reminds me of...........get this, burning plastic and vomit. I know that sounds foul and I don't know if its actually that scent or if maybe it reminds me of that special sawdust crap that janitors would put on the mess when a kid in school puked in class or somewhere in a building. You would think that with a scent that reminds me of puke, I would hate this fragrance, but I really don't. I just find it VERY unusual, and actually, I'm kinda drawn to it in a weird way.....I have the same strange attraction to Dirty English. I usually dislike musky scents with tobacco and leather, but for some reason I have this undeniable attraction to Dirty English.....the main difference between the two is that with Dirty English the attraction is enough to make me buy it, wear it, and smell my wrist over and over again. With Gucci I, its enough for me to put a drop on my arm when I'm at home alone, smell it a few times trying to figure it out, but then I spend 20 minutes trying to wash it off. I'll tell you one thing. If you do like this scent, then you're in luck, you can't wash this crap off with Lava Soap and a belt sander. It lasts forever, and you can't cover it up with other scents either, It shines right on through. So, this one is incredibly strange, actually quite intriguing to the point of being a conundrum, but I would never wear it.

warm smooth wood and spices... very nice. I don't think I'm old enough to wear this frag (20) but I like to spray it on before I go to bed and just when hanging around the house... It makes me feel as if I am in a library full of wood and books and good warm spicy smells.... love it