BalMan by the Parisian fashion house of Pierre Balmain is a mind swirling heady fall into the masculine glamour one finds on any street corner in Paris. It speaks boldly without shame of sex and cigarettes and late smoky nights in small jazz clubs behind the Rue Saint Germaine,
walking along wet streets before dawn over the bridge under the dying glow of street lamps. You pass Notre Dame walking arm in arm with a lovely woman wearing her vintage 1958 Balmain ball gown.
Balman is spectacularly stunning in its opening. The eucalyptus comes on strong almost medicinal at first but that passes quickly leaving the lavender and oranges to sing their song. Then very sensually and slowly the freesia floats in like a light kiss on the cheek. And in the long lingering dry down there is a scrumptious blending of the sandalwood and vanilla. It smells almost like crème brûlée.
It is an acquired taste I must admit. It really does come on strong, like un danseur d’apache with a grudge. The first time I wore BalMan I didn’t care for it at all, but I gave it a second chance and let it take me on its journey without resisting the adventurous trip.
Five Gold Stars *****
Afterglow: You know, the Mademoiselle on your arm in that beautiful Balmain gown? Well, she could be wearing BalMan as well and carrying off very well. A uni-sex scent that works well on women and men.