Ambivalence D.L. Roelen

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8.0 / 10 40 Ratings

A popular perfume by D.L. Roelen for women and men. The release year is unknown. The scent is green-sweet. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Green

Sweet

Spicy

Fresh

Resinous

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Green leaves

Cannabis

Grapefruit

Heart Notes

Hay

Immortelle

Palo Santo Herbs

Herbs

Base Notes

Ambergris

Frankincense

Animalic musk Oakmoss

Oakmoss

Vanilla

Perfumer

Gabriel Gabor

Ratings

Scent

8.040 Ratings

Longevity

8.736 Ratings

Sillage

8.035 Ratings

Bottle

7.032 Ratings

Value for money

7.013 Ratings

Submitted by Skia, last update on 06/21/2024.

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What the fragrance is similar to

Grand Soir

Reviews

2 in-depth fragrance descriptions

04/21/2020

8
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 7.5
Scent

Emorandeira
395 Reviews

Emorandeira

Dirty amber perfume

Ambivalence is one of the weirdest perfumes i have tried. The opening made me thought of perfumes like grand soir by MFK or obsession by Calvin Klein, with a very noticeable amber smell, but in this case much dirtier and a bit Green. But with the background It looses parte of his sweetness and become more animalic and greener. I can get the cannabis note very intense too.
The performance is good, with good longevity and moderate sillage. It is very weareable and totally unisex. I think It is more a daily fragance, perfect for spring ir summer.

Scent: 7.5
Longevity: 8
Sillage: 7
Quality/price: 7
Versatility: 8
Originality: 9
Global: 8

11/03/2020

7
Bottle 7
Sillage 9
Longevity 8
Scent

Floyd
374 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 53

Pepe drives the harvest home

Pepe had decided to put on his panic-stricken paranoid face as he walked with measured steps through the corridors of the well-filled large compartment of an old regional train. The eyes of the passengers followed him confused.
What smells like weed? Damn. Is that me? Before this, this stuff smelled like grapefruit, wet leaves and gardening. He told me to spray the rollers on it when I finished harvesting. The black bottle in the tool shed. So I harvested the whole plantation, stuffed everything into the plastic bags and then stuffed them into my rucksack. The grapefruit would help with the smell of grass, he said. It would help if it spool you up. How could I have come up with the crazy idea to take the whole harvest home by train? Pepe had found a seat, in an empty row, by the window. His backpack was wedged between him and the wall. He sniffed the fabric of his sweater, his skin. There were spicy garden herbs, rather moist, then brown-flower crumbs and hay perhaps, such sweet wood and remnants of incense, also smelled of the moist leaves of the harvest. Pepes' panic-stricken look rested on his rucksack. It seemed to glow, a bit like Hitchcock. Outside it was dark now, and through the reflection in the window, lights in the compartment now shone like amber on the warm balsamic wafts of incense, the wrapped Pepes sorrel ballads of grapefruit and grass, disappearing in the mists, the smoky warm resinous glow for hours. And so Pepes' ambivalence turned into a mossy ambergris tendency.

(With thanks to Bloodxclat)