Caron Third Man (Caron Troisieme Homme) is one of those terrific Burt Reynolds fragrances: It’s all about the chest rug and the saucy glint in his eye. Butch doesn’t begin to cover it. Created in 1985, this was a bit of a rebel in the world of male fragrance since it dared to use fruity notes, which were little used back then. (Oh how I long for those days!).
Caron Third Man opens with Lavender, Lemons and Bergamot, making it an instant hit with Yours Truly. Although this says Aviator Shades and Cuban heels, I’d wear it in a heartbeat, especially in cold weather where its richness seems to really work.
Once the happy opening notes have drawn you in like a bee to nectar, all the manly stuff breaks out and you have a cross between Caron Yatagan (sans celery) and Miller Harris La Fumee. It’s hard to separate the middle notes from the basenotes so I won’t. I will simply tell you that all the prerequisites are there for a smoky, spicy, woody finish. There’s Vetiver, Oakmoss, Cloves and Coriander. The long, long base notes even remind me a little of Andy Tauer L’Air Du Desert Marocain, so if you like that dried smoke note, you’re in for a treat.
Caron Third Man is the smell of a swarthy, handsome man, chest hair showing through his undone button, strutting out of a church full of smoky incense, having implanted impure thoughts into the head of a flustered nun.