So I think it's a brilliantly written review below by rbalkris and I echo the sentiments not being a fan of gimmicky for the sake of it stuff. However, I can tell it's said with affection and I have such a soft spot for Prin that I kinda allow him this indulgence and experimentation, even though it's silly and a very hamfisted attempt and being daring or humorous...or whatever it was he was trying to capture? Interesting also to note that the man himself can't stand the smell of it and when he appeared on Wafts from the loft's Youtube video he almost ran away when they were spraying it. In truth this IS the instantly nightmarish and ghoulishly obvious, obscene fragrance that people often said secretion magnifique was, which should highlight a real appreciation for what ELDO and Antoine Lie were doing with that fragrance. Sombre is full splatter gore and torture porn as apposed to Secretions creeping sense of dread. Secretions was fantastic because it opens and you think 'what's all the fuss about this is actually quite interesting and not that bad to be honest' but then it makes you those words, never quite allowing the queasiness to subside and leaving you in a kind of uncertain limbo, perpetually wondering and trying to take away the positives, before a wave of fish or dried spunk would make you recoil. I mean the opening of Sombre is disgusting, and makes no such ELDO pretence. It smells like all the things he mentions, but is reminiscent to me of real civet which has a cheesy smell, and as potent as real civet is, it has a certain sick pleasure and complex nature to it and obviously works in context at low levels with florals for example. Sombre is deliberately paired with other horrors and smells like sick, and the slight smearing of shit that often smells worse than the big pile of shit for some strange reason? So I'm thinking to myself...this has to have some redeeming quality or recognisable note or something that makes it vaguely pleasurable, or you might as well go to a joke shop and smear yourself in stink bombs or even better go on a massive bender then, eat loads of 3 day old shrimp cocktails and ride a roller coaster, puking and defecating on yourself and you'll achieve the same effect. And bless Prin, because it does. A little like Secretions it has some distant redemption in the form of a lightly veiled jasmine and more sweet base notes which soothe after the turbulent start. You can still smell a mild indolic background as if the puke, putrid cheese and rotting meat has been cleared up, just not very well. This is an almost night and day change which gradually comes on and before you know it you might even be enjoying this perfume. Well not 'enjoying' but compared to the start you'd welcome pretty much anything else at that point. It's horrible, but even if you just wear it on Halloween or use it as a party piece like those jellybean Russian roulette games it might have some merit. The good thing about is that people don't make stuff like this very often and there's not exactly an epidemic of people 'ruining' perfumery with gross-out fair like this. Also, I'd say Prin's positive contributions out weight dalliances like Sombre, so I'm cutting him some slack. A final point to make is that...I can't really identify what materials he has used to create some of these awful smells and that in itself is interesting.