This smells great for a blue fragrance and actually lasts pretty decently. I love the freshness and wearability of this fragrance. The price is also quite good, especially for a 3.4 oz.
This is my winter signature scent because it’s so easy to dress this fragrance up or dress it down. I love the iris in this scent especially.
I love this fragrance and I think it smells so good, but if there was an option for 4.5 stars it would be there. Personally, I like this more than Intensely because I love the rum in this because it just elevates the fragrance.
This is my favorite fragrance oat. It smells exactly like a freshly baked apple pie with a beautiful mix of spices.
This scent is a classic. Can’t go wrong with Versace Pour Homme. Just a solid, great, everyday scent. It smells fresh. My wife smelled it for the first time today and loved it as well. Can’t complain.
Great scent
Basic, overpriced
Niche in designer box
Mature
My favorite designer fragrance
Absolutely incredible, a literal 10/10 masterpiece, no flaws and my signature scent for the colder seasons where it shines so beautifull, the sweetness and depth of it is something special. I wanted to gatekeep this so bad but i Had to share :)
Masterpiece
Icon,, no matter what people said
I love it
For me it's a mix between creed aventus and Sauvage edt
I know people love this popular cheap fragrance but I get a strong chemical smell lurking above the apple pie. It has none of the subtlety of Angels' Share and the bottle is horribly clunky. It's a scrubber for me.
I still believe this is the perfect musk; it lacks that overwhelming, sneeze-triggering intensity I've come to associate with Egyptian musk, while maintaining just the right hint of skankiness and an underlying bittersweet note that elevates what could have been just another warm, clean scent beyond the realm of the bland and ordinary. Kiehl's musk captures exactly what I imagine 1974 smelled like: sun-bronzed astrology enthusiasts in their flowing, hand-embroidered caftans, silver bangles jingling as they shuffle tarot cards between Tupperware parties, their living rooms heavy with incense and macramé plant hangers. The women wore turquoise rings on every finger and kept copies of Linda Goodman's "Sun Signs" on their coffee tables, while their children played with wooden toys on shag carpeting. Though I wasn't born until a couple of years later, I'm convinced this fragrance somehow bottled the essence of my early childhood – the lingering trace of patchouli and possibility that hung in the air as the Age of Aquarius gave way to the more practical concerns of the late 70s.
10 Corso Como is all dry, lofty sandalwood, smoky desert resins, and earthy, weirdly off-kilter - almost alien or at least otherworldy- florals. It calls to mind a mysterious, aromatic wooden chest, unearthed by a strange sandstorm. At once both sensual and spiritual, and without a doubt a very, very handsome scent, I find myself frequently craving it and nothing else will do.
This is the unsettlingly mysterious woman in the film noir who is instantly pegged as the murderer because she’s beautiful and slightly “off”. You later find out she is hiding a terrible secret that has nothing to do with the murder, maybe her twin sister drowned in Monte Carlo and she has stolen her identity in order to escape a lecherous suitor or something like that. It smells of some sort of enigmatic green flower whose essence has been preserved to deepen and darken before it is crushed with a handful of strange, sweet herbs and left in an antique potpourri dish in a dusty lady’s boudoir. A beautifully strange and enigmatic scent, for lipsticked and rouged facades masking dark, dramatic pasts.
Strong, fiery ginger steeped in sticky, honeyed amber, wound with wisps of smoky lapsong souchang. Yet for all this deep, dusky luxuriance, it is surprisingly sheer...as if a silken scarf had been dipped in this concoction, and hung in a sunlit window to dry. The scent clings to the fabric and is lightly released as one knots and folds it about ones throat.
On first application, Les Nuits d'Hadrien smelled a bit like musty celery, but after sniffing my wrist repeatedly over the course of the next hour or so, the weird thing is...I liked it. (The boyfriend thought it smelled like soy sauce). It didn't change much over the course of the evening, except that maybe it became softer and ever so slightly sweeter. For me, it seems very much like a skin scent, and maybe something for those unexpectedly grey, rainy summer days.
Sitting by an open window on a rainy morning, curtains fluttering in the damp breeze, a single rose in a vase before you. Its crimson blooms, a vivid velvet contrast to the early glooms, offer their dawn song to the ghostly morning light. Beneath it, a misty musk mingles with barely-there spices, like steam rising from wet earth. The fragrance undulates like those curtains – whispering past, then drawn back, never still, never quite solid.
Beautifully smooth, cozy, incense amber for a cold day like today in the Northeast. A little loud and a little too sweet late in its development but I love it nonetheless. The performance is really strong if that’s your thing. On previous wears, I’ve sometimes wished it would chill out a bit in the late dry down.
Uomo intense is one of my ABSOLUTE favorite fragrances. The leather comes out on my skin with nice powdery notes. I get the mandarin orange when I sit there and study it, but I mostly get iris/leather the way through. Very lipsticky.
They all try to be like Aventus so what's that tell ya
