Dry woods and fig, powdery iris and sweet tonka. Class in a bottle and one of the best Iris fragrances out there.
Great masculine sent
the first time I smelled this perfume, it reminded me of the previous version Y edp but it is more calm, smooth, more elegant, I think it is the best proposition from the Y line, the scent is more towards woody aromatic, but somewhere we get the sweetness of fruit that balances everything perfectly
Just a great everyday lazy grab. I’ve even worn this stuff after showering at night just to get into bed 30 minutes later. It’s perfect for the office as it doesn‘t have any possible offensive notes. Makes you smell like you’re constantly just out of the shower. By far and away my favorite I own.
Spun-sugar cobwebs woven by enchanted almond blossom arachnid fairy godmothers, shivery threads glimmering with vanilla frost and powdered cocoa snow.
When I first saw this label art for Zoologist’s Penguin, I’ll confess there was a part of me that thought, dang, I really hope this smells how the grizzled and extremely unhinged William Dafoe looks in Roger Eggers’ The Lighthouse. Of course, anyone who saw that must know that I am mostly kidding (although perversely, I am not totally kidding), and instead of an olfactory tour de force of maritime menace, unfettered madness, and the salty tang of brooding, brine-soaked despair, we get the mythical chill of Frosta, She-Ra's Empress of the Snows on the fantastical planet of Etheria. An invigorating blast of frozen air, crisp and clean, a tonic bracing and bittersweet, a glacial window to the indifferent beauty of the bone-chillingly wintry landscape. An ember of pink pepper trills tremulously through juniper’s whispers of icy ancient pine; saffron reveals the warm honeyed spice of its mysteries only to become lost in the cool, unknowable depths of sea moss. And yet… there’s a stormy heart to this scent, of musk and rain and the desolation of sirens and the destruction of sea gods. Perhaps that gnarly lighthouse keeper has a place in this story after all. I’m not sure what happened to the penguins, though.
Atomic Bee Women from the Abyss from Zoologist. Oh, wait, it’s not called that. Because they didn’t consult me on the name. It’s just Bee. But this definitely a deliciously campy, over-the-top, apian B-movie femme fatale honey trap of a scent. A real Atomic Bee Women From Beyond type of experience. Imagine, if you will, Jessica Rabbit, but instead of a slinky red dress, she’s draped in a slick, sultry cascade of golden honey, held aloft by the teensiest of gleaming wings, which is quite a feat considering she's a monstrous 50-foot tall intergalactic bee queen. Lusciously hovering with a dizzying buzz, she oozes a sweet, sticky, powdery vanilla and sandalwood secretion atop skyscrapers and military personnel as the city erupts in chaos. “I’m not bad; I’m just drawn from the honeycomb that way,” she coos, delicately drilling her enormous stinger into the aromatic dessert wine richness flowering summer gardens of mimosa and heliotrope scattered in a park at the city’s center. You realize too late as the air becomes suffused with the heady nectar of musky orange blossom and ginger syrup’s candied fire that her squadron of sisters has breached the atmosphere, thick waxy clouds of intoxicating yellow florals announcing their arrival. The city, drowned in pollen and pheromones, falls into a delirious stupor. Mankind, forgotten, dissolved into the honeyed haze, their last sighs swallowed by the incessant thrumming of a million tiny wings.
Viole Nere from Meo Fuschiuni is a wistful Rilke poem of a violet. I will say I really love violet, though most I’ve encountered smell very similar, dainty, and delicate in either a powdery or an earthy spring rain-way. Viole Nere, while similarly subtle, presents differently than those nostalgic candied pastilles or small, damp purple blooms. It’s the gossamer violet bruised and thrumming ache of never-quite-becomings, the bittersweet vetiver musk of breathless possibilities half-glimpsed, the gentle, patchouli decay of late autumn’s dying reminder that things unlived also have their season, their own quiet beauty. A melancholic wisp of frankincense dissipates like phantom ink on pages no one will ever read, an ode to a beloved who never arrived, who was lost from the start.
Flame & Fortune from Sarah Baker Perfumes smells like the shivery thrill of the chase and obsession for something elusive and rare, a chimera whispered on the wind, a mirage glimpsed in moonlight– and the inevitable reckoning at the end of this road of reckless desires. A charred diary page retrieved from the incendiary blast of a midnight explosion under the desert stars. Illegible script, a puzzle of ashy smudge in a swooping desperate hand, the labyrinthine cipher of a faded map whose details are lost to dust and sand, an exquisitely-detailed botanical revelation of a night-blooming flower both intoxicating and terrifying, the softly spiced mysteries of which might be a deadly curse, might be a cure for all the world’s ills. The dawn bleeds like an accusation, like a bullet wound, like a dying breath, and in that final inhalation, orange blossom, tuberose, jasmine, the fragrant honey of buds unfurling in the rising heat of the morning. The wind rustles with the fading memory of that sweetness as the sun rises where betrayal saw you fall.
Dead Writers by Immortal Perfumes is something I’m pretty sure I smelled several years ago when I was writing for Haute Macabre, maybe even before that. I don’t think I gave it enough of a chance last time. You have to wait a few minutes, and how it smells directly on the skin isn’t what you smell hovering just before beyond you. It’s a quill of cloves, vetiver’s dusty archives, an echoing swirl of pipe tobacco, and tattered heliotrope lace gloves on ghostly ink-stained hands. WOW.
It s sooo underrated abd it is one of the beste smelling designers
I think it s a bit to strong but for date it pretty good.
It s really great for everyday, but not a normal everyday 10/10
It smells sooooo good
It is a really green fragrance i do really like it and subtle as well but it smells so good such a nice fig fragrance
Nice smell but it only lasted me for 1 hour and for me it is a skin scent
Really elegant smell, one of the best leather fragrances i ever smelled
In my opinion it is the best fragrance to wear to the office. It is elegance in a bottle but not super mature
Such a good fragrance for the price would recommend better than the original khamrah
In my opinion best summer fragrance ever this fragrance gives me the vibe of being in ibiza wearing an all white linen outfit having dinner at a restaurant near the beach. Just amazing
A powerhouse of citrus, woods, spices and leather.
Deep but not dark. Rich, warming, luxurious.
The fragrance is really good especially considering it's price which is around $20-25 here in Nepal. Really great sugary and vanilla fragrance for the winters.Projects for about 1.5 hrs and lasts over 6-7 hours.I've had this since a month now and after maceration it keeps getting better and better.Highly recommended.
Just DON'T get this. Lasts 30 minutes max. Just get any middle eastern fragrances which provide a lot better value than this one in similar price.
Perfect winter fragrance in the segment.Good for special occasions and for both male and female. I get a solid 1.5 hr projection and 7-8 hours of longevity with this one.According to the price, the overall fragrance is good. 😃👍🏻
