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Sandalwood note in this is really nice. Redundant if you already own the original though. I see it as a cash grab for Chanel and really kind of irritates me that we got this before a new BDC flanker. Just make a BDC Elixir or a completely new line Chanel…. Thanks

An absolute steal for the price you can find it for. Paid $25 for a 4.2oz tester with cap. If you want Tuxedo, but can’t justify the price, get this. Spicy, sweet and a touch of floral. Classy and casual when it needs to be. Cheap gem that will always be in the rotation for in the colder months.

Shame this got discontinued. The citruses, mixed with a touch of spice and a lot of powdery Iris, create such a clean and easy to wear fragrance. Signature scent worthy, smooth and well blended. This would be appropriate for anything, anywhere, anytime. Bring this back Dior. Better than Prada L’Homme.

The EDT version is a fresh and airy floral citrus scent that is perfect for warm days in the spring and summer.

Opens with a hint of citrusy fruit, but I mostly get dark green herbs with a bit of smoke. I love it.

Picture this: the devil girl from Mars levels her cotton candy raygun, and the blast floats eternally in zero gravity. Each crystalline sugar cloud drifts through stratospheric winds, spun and respun by ionized air. The atmosphere crackles plasma-charged, with impossible gamma rays that smell like electricity and stardust. This is pure space candy – confectionery untethered in the cosmic expanse, sugar crystals forming in streams of light. Sweet particles scatter like nebulae, catching starlight and spreading ever outward, a candyfloss cosmos; glittering, gossamer, and galactic.

In Venice Rococco, the wedding party dissolves into wolves, but their powdered costumes and countenances still hang in the air – rice-white, chalk-soft, cloud-thick, falling like snow in a fairy tale gone corrupt and perverse. Powder piles in drifts against the walls, powder floats in sheets through candlelight, powder settles like ash on abandoned masks, powder dusts every surface until the mirrors suffocate in white. The scent floats between reality and nightmare, each breath drawing in more sweet, choking powder. Underneath all those layers of white lies something wild – teeth behind the powder puff, claws stirring up fresh clouds with every step. This is what's left at the banquet table after the cursed aristocrats' lycanthropic transformations, their abandoned feast drowning in drifts of violet-white dust, confections and silverware scattered like bones beneath a blanket of perfumed snow.

In Venice Rococco, the wedding party dissolves into wolves, but their powdered costumes and countenances still hang in the air – rice-white, chalk-soft, cloud-thick, falling like snow in a fairy tale gone corrupt and perverse. Powder piles in drifts against the walls, powder floats in sheets through candlelight, powder settles like ash on abandoned masks, powder dusts every surface until the mirrors suffocate in white. The scent floats between reality and nightmare, each breath drawing in more sweet, choking powder. Underneath all those layers of white lies something wild – teeth behind the powder puff, claws stirring up fresh clouds with every step. This is what's left at the banquet table after the cursed aristocrats' lycanthropic transformations, their abandoned feast drowning in drifts of violet-white dust, confections and silverware scattered like bones beneath a blanket of perfumed snow.

In Venice Rococco, I am reminded of that iconic scene in The Company of Wolves, and my imagination takes care of the rest: the wedding party dissolves into wolves, but their powdered costumes and countenances still hang in the air – rice-white, chalk-soft, cloud-thick, falling like snow in a fairy tale gone corrupt and perverse. Powder piles in drifts against the walls, powder floats in sheets through candlelight, powder settles like ash on abandoned masks, powder dusts every surface until the mirrors suffocate in white. The scent floats between reality and nightmare, each breath drawing in more sweet, choking powder. Underneath all those layers of white lies something wild – teeth behind the powder puff, claws stirring up fresh clouds with every step. This is what's left in the powder room after the cursed aristocrats' lycanthropic transformations, their perfumed wigs drowning in drifts of violet-white dust, the air so thick with powder it erases the line between beast and beauty.

Such a well blended scent! the cardamom is not to overpowering and goes so well with the fresh tobacco. when I wear this I feel like a classy gentleman in a Suit and tie at a upscale bar in the UK. Last a long time but the projection isn’t going to gas out a room. If it’s in your price point and don’t already have halfeti I would 100% recommend adding to your collection.

got this for about $20 usd a year ago and I still have a full bottle. Not bad for the price but no one ever mentions that it smells like a boozy apple pie. Last a long time but not being a fan of boozy scents kinda kills this one for me.

A beautiful and comforting oolong tea scent with hints of roasted rice.

It smells like an citron so it so refreshing highly recommend it to anyon.

It s my favorite orange fragrance, it unbelievably underrated so give it a try.

It s sooooo cheap and for that money it performes really good and smells soooo good

It smells really good, but it doesn t last that long and has ok Performanc.

nice winter scent if you like cinnamon and honey.

for 10 times cheaper than Creed Aventus its totaly worth it

A powerhouse of coffee, quickly overcome by a powerhouse of maple syrup. There is no joking with this one. It's as powerful as people say. Sample. Use sparingly. Don't get it on clothes unless you're sure it's for you. The use of Sotolone here is where it goes wrong for me.

Sotolone is a chemical compound with a strong aroma that smells like maple syrup, caramel, or burnt sugar at lower concentrations, and fenugreek or curry at higher concentrations.

Due to its overdose here, after a few hours, the curry smell comes out.

I had to put my decant in a ziplock bag in the attic as the curry smell was filling the room just from the 1ml decant bottle being there.

I never did spray this. I just dabbed the nozzle on my hand. It survived 3 days and 2 showers before it became unnoticeable.

I had previously tried one from Rook Perfumes--Undergrowth--which I didn’t love, but I held out hope because their offerings just seemed to evoke a sort the quiet drama and weird theatricality that I am very into. And so I think I found my gateway into their world with Thurible. I don’t smell the swinging sacramental censer of aromatic embers and worshipful smoke, but rather an abbess in her holy house working with the incense ingredients in their raw forms. Moss gathered from the lee of a stone, the earthy herbaceous poetry of crushed sage, the gunpowder floral of black pepper that dances frenzied confetti fragments of dark matter under a sturdy stone pestle’s grinding, all bound in the sticky shadows of leathery labdanum and musky amber honey. I don’t know if you light this for ritual descent into the twilight of the underworld or if you smear a fingerful across your tongue at night before navigating the dark corridors of dreams, but whatever its use it feels of disruptive eeriness and unreality where you learn of the things behind the things.

I haven't gotten a full day out of it yet but opens very fruity but not sickly sweet. Kind of a darker sweet certainty feminine leaning i think the darker note I'm getting is the rose but probably wrong I like it don't think it's the rose scent I'm looking for but I do think it's a lovely scent. My mother and girlfriend would wear this to feminine leaning for myself.

Dried down to nice skin scent lost it after about 4 to 5 hours in but I'm notorious for stuff not lasting on my skin take that with a grain of salt.

This scent smells to me like christmas cinnamon cookies. Although cinnamon is not listed in the notes, it does feel sweet and spicy, not so much milky. It might change in the drydown, but on paper it smells like a sweet dessert. Between this and Blanche Bete, I find Blanche Bete more milky, also easier to wear, without feeling overpowered or eventually nauseous from the sweetness that I get from smelling Bianco Latte. I can picture why it is popular in the gourmand scene, might be lovely on the right person during wintertime. ✨️

I do not get any powdery notes from this scent. As the name suggests, it is sweet. Feels like a plain vanilla scent with light rum notes maybe. Although it has a clean formular it does not come off as high quality or natural, kinda boring. Might be a love for someone else but does not impress me that much.

Mostly sandalwood with a background of vanilla and aromatic notes. It leans more masculine and might be more suitable for sandalwood-lovers. Not a hate, but I can not imagine wearing this either. Would say it is not a safe blind buy. I like that their fragrances have a clean formular though. 🙏