This isn't just a perfume; it's a cult classic that sends enthusiasts into a tailspin, not least because Gucci idiotically binned it. Forget its modern replacements - this is the real deal, a masterpiece of woody, smoky incense that still makes noses swoon, despite some performance gripes.

Florence Man chases the cult dry incense-and-cedar austerity of Gucci Pour Homme 2003, and gets the smoky papyrus heart convincingly. The original's architectural depth and that smouldering-cigar leather facet come through thinner here, but for a budget tribute to a discontinued legend it reads honestly.