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Anvers is a case of multiple personality disorder, but in this instance, all the personalities are pretty cool guys.
It’s tough to be a guy. I know - I’ve smelled your “young man colognes”. If they’re not sneezy “fresh” like Dolce & Gabbana The One For Men, they smell like the Sean John I Am King, a.k.a. The Missing Harajuku Lovers Doll: strawberry lollipops melting in a bucket of fabric softener. An oversimplification, I know -- but you get my drift. You’re no sissy, but dammit, you just want to smell good without coming off like a clone from the cologne hit parade.
That’s where Anvers by Ulrich Lang comes in. It ends up dry, spicy and woody, which is comfortingly familiar for a dude, but also has some tricksy moves with sweet melon, mint and smoke, just prove that you don’t have to run with the pack. It’s not too different -- just different enough.