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In all likelihood, no fragrance has accumulated as many myths and opinions over its lifetime as *Cocaine* by Franck Boclet.
Naturally, this sparks interest. Agreeing with the view that decants distort this particular fragrance, I initially purchased the composition from the Turkish manufacturer rather than a decant.
The perfume composition struck me as very interesting and pleasant, so I ordered an original full-size 100ml bottle.
Just out of curiosity, I scanned the QR code using the Chestny Znak app. As expected, the bottle I received from the Randewoo store is authentic.
The packaging for this line is identical and does not differ from that of the Rebel fragrance.
The bottom of the box contains all the necessary information, including the place of manufacture—France.
The box is certainly impressive in its understated elegance and style.
The bottle is no less impressive—crafted from heavy black glass, it features a substantial cap and a metal-look plaque bearing the names of the company and the fragrance.
The fragrance comes in *parfum* concentration and contains 60% alcohol—an excellent figure that ensures good longevity.
Unlike counterfeits, the monogram on the lid is not produced using the embossing method.
However, unlike the Franck Boclet Rebel bottle, the monogram shows no signs of engraving.
The underside of the lid bears the number one—which doesn't signify anything in particular, but is there nonetheless.
Right out of the box, the atomizer—like that of most other perfumes—doesn't work well.
There are no identification marks on the nozzle.
The metal parts of the atomizer on my bottle are covered in scratches.
The nameplate has a noticeable curve.
Experienced users of this fragrance note that it needs to settle for at least six months to develop its intended scent, so I can only describe my initial impressions of the perfume upon its recent arrival.
As the fragrance first begins to waft, intoxicating white floral accords emerge—light yet incredibly alluring. This delight is fleeting, reminiscent of the life of mayflies: a vibrant, joyful existence that is beautiful but short-lived.
Then comes that notorious odor, which some users describe as the smell of a rotten tooth. However, that comparison is a stretch, because the stench of a rotten tooth from under a crown is incomparable—the brain practically tries to flee the body just to escape such an assault. In Franck Boclet’s *Cocaine*, it is merely a faint, distant hint, resembling more a blend of plastic and the dental compound used during treatment.
This unusual initial scent lasts for about half an hour, giving way to a lingering, lovely aroma of wildflowers, honey, and a touch of sweetness. I detect no scent of buckwheat porridge. Nor do I notice any of those offensive odors—the suffocating, acrid smells that are simply unbearable and make one want to run away.
At times, the smell of medical bandages can be detected.
The longevity is simply exemplary: when applied to the skin, the fragrance permeated a thick cotton shirt and lingered as a lovely cloud even a full day later. Despite this, the scent is neither cloying nor monotonous—unlike some Arabian perfumes—but keeps you coming back to it, catching new notes.
I’ll finish writing the article in six months, provided the fragrance changes after resting.
Simply a wonderful fragrance at a reasonable price. However, to avoid disappointment with its distinctive scent, I recommend trying a decant or sample first—which you can purchase on my website—to really get a feel for it Keerill or on the website:
