Whisky and burning roses; nutty darkness. Very compelling!

I paid a silly price to blind buy this, but luckily it paid off. It's like the EDT but with the awful synthetic scratch removed. The EDT sends me into an immediate coughing fit every time I'm near it, and this redresses the balance. It is very similar to the dry down of Burlington 1819, it just lacks the dazzling expensive opening of the Roja Dove, which, given that that lasts all of three minutes and that the bottle costs 10 times more, who cares! This is a beautiful creamy almond and vetiver combo, soft and delicate but with presence, like only Guerlain (and possibly JC Ellena) can do. My favourite vetiver, my favorite citrus and, more specifically, my favourite grapefruit scent, hands down.

À nauseating amount of castoreum, surprise surprise.

Considering the hundreds of suffocating, fruity "oud" scents Chris Maurice has crapped out, any number of which could have been aptly named "Camel", this one is quite sedate, and thankfully lacks the usual ambro-chemical base he usually uses.

It's got everything all at once. Is that good? Not sure. Unlike other Zoologist perfumes, I don't get the link to the name here.

High pitched synthetic screeching florals over some pungent synthetic smelling honey with a pervasive vinyl/plastic note. There is something compelling about it, but only academically, it's not a wearable perfume for me.

It's like warm, wild animal fur.

This is like a horrible, unwearable version of Afrika Olifant (which I love). It smells like burning plastic and petrol (nothing faecal), then underneath that you have the lovely sweet resins and animalics found in AO. Instant headache, instant scrubber.

Aggressive ambrofix stench.

Hot vinyl.