Rocabar is lying in a bed, naked, on top of his felt jacket, reminiscing the great time he just has had. That’s probably what Hermes wants you to imagine when you reach for this bottle.
When I first saw the bottle design, my initial reaction was, ha ha, a scrubbing pad to wash dishes with (but smelling really great standing in front of a kitchen sink). I took a sniff and I thought I had smelled some chocolate, hence the name Rocabar. Later Fragrantica embarrassingly corrected me, “Rocabar: the name a contraction of “rug” and “à barres” (striped in French)”.
Frankly, I am not a fan of overtly masculine perfumes, but the comical packaging (now discontinued) is so strange that I have to get it. A very balsamic and a little bit spicy cologne that is almost void of floral notes, it smells great but not very memorable, at least to me.