Rake & Ruin Beaufort 2018

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6.7 / 10 100 Ratings

A perfume by Beaufort for women and men, released in 2018. The scent is spicy-smoky. The longevity is above-average. It is still in production.

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Main accords

Spicy

Smoky

Woody

Leathery

Animal

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Juniper

Smoke

Gin

Sichuan pepper

Angelica

Coriander

Lemon

Orange

Pink pepper

Liquorice

Heart Notes

Smoke

Castoreum

Costus

Cypress

Labdanum

Pine needle

Violet

Iris

Cade juniper

Base Notes

Smoke

Dry woods

Ambrarome

Musk

Sandalwood

Perfumer

Julie Dunkley

Ratings

Scent

6.7100 Ratings

Longevity

8.282 Ratings

Sillage

7.881 Ratings

Bottle

7.784 Ratings

Value for money

6.731 Ratings

Submitted by DonVanVliet, last update on 26.02.2024.

Reviews

6 in-depth fragrance descriptions

12/02/2018

5
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 6.5
Scent

Caligari
48 Reviews

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Caligari

Top Review 20

Requiem for a Dream

... and thus unfortunately by far not as good as the film of the same name by Darren Aronofsky.

Less smoke for a lot, or what? How much, you can read above at the scents. Often one does not question the intention at all with such a cornucopia of components if the result is simply convincing. But if this is not the case, then it is impossible to find the "culprit".

In contrast to the second youngest Iron Duke, Rake & Ruin is again closer to the elemental forces of 1805 Tonnerre, Cœur de Noir and Vi Et Armis. It is this rigorous machine-like, gunpowder-like smoking that unites them. Rake & Ruin is more reserved and conciliatory here. Worn on the arm, the citric and light wood tones come to the fore here. In fact, that's what bit into my perception. The picture was disturbed. Worn on my body, it then came to a harmonization, entanglement and dissolution of both poles. It is therefore a more moderate form of the three above. Perhaps an opening, towards other, wider, larger customer groups?

Whether owners and users of 1805 Tonnerre, Cœur de Noir and Vi Et Armis will find a meaningful enrichment here, I doubt. Likewise, that by downsizing the smoke now Rake & Ruin lets the hearts of all those fly, who still turned up their noses at the predecessors. Objectively speaking, it is still a harsh niche scent, which, however, appears almost obsolete in the heavily occupied Beaufort portfolio.

The bottle's good. The atomizer average. I find the packaging remarkably beautiful. Silver embossed print on black cardboard.

On the other hand, Beaufort's service falls far behind. I ordered the bottle right there. Neither an order nor a dispatch confirmation was issued. When I wanted to make sure, I had to find out that you can't log in to their homepage at all! Fortunately, I still had a link from the registration notification that I could use to log in. My profile still says that my order is being processed. No response to inquiries to date. The fact that the 115-pound bottle was delivered with "nothing" (no cover letter, no card, no brochure, no sample or anything else) completes the experience perfectly.

11/16/2019

7
Bottle 7
Sillage 7
Longevity 7
Scent

Floyd
290 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 26

Mirage of an arsonist

It was certainly not so much the fact that I wanted to please my parents in any way as the fact that I was no longer willing to do anything with their eternal Beckmessertum. I didn't want to hear Distorted Pony or Unsane anymore either, because my old ones were yelling at me enough already: Stop working. What are the neighbors gonna think? Take off your clothes? We're already cleaning the bottles off your sofa every night! Or: How do you actually smell, have you stopped smoking? What am I grateful for "Rake & Ruin"!
It's a good thing that at the beginning you could still sense some lemons under the burnt wood, perhaps not ideal, but otherwise I can now continue to live my life and face my parents credibly: No, I wasn't working, I got drunk with friends in the woods by the campfire and slept on earth. The leather jacket isn't new either, it's stolen. Or: I made a fire at the Jobcenter. And that also smells authentic, my old people are not stupid, they don't fall for synthetics. No, the smoke is somewhere between Rothändle, Schwarzer Krauser and Waldbrand. Juniper, gin and the Hesperides not only make the smoke look less dull upwards, they also open up spaces of association for great excuses, just like the green needles, the resins and the bitter dark woods. The nuances of old leather fit the image anyway and the fact that the lower part has a sweetly heavy ambry and musk makes the whole thing even more wearable, you can still whitewash it with a girl or a guy, nothing solid of course!
The whole thing doesn't smell too strong either and it always works, in any weather, at any time of the year. I'd hang him up after work, what else would the boss think?

03/08/2021

9
Bottle 8
Sillage 9
Longevity 9
Scent

Duftrebellen
10 Reviews

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Duftrebellen

Helpful Review 10

An evening in London, in the 18th century - alcohol, smoke & wooden chairs

The 18th century in London. A little evening walk along the rugged streets, whose potholes are soaked with thousands of small puddles, in which people like to jump and fall.

I, the upstart of a penniless father and a strumpet, have but the one escape in my dreary and wretched life: Gin.

With a few pennies in my mittens, clutched as if they were my children, I rush straight to my favored tavern after my work is done. The door slams open, my breath catching for a split second.

Smoke, alcohol, sweat, a hint of the animalistic, buried beneath the wooden floor that has seen many a dirty boot and cold winter.

I greet the noses I know, including the boozy ragamuffins who, just like me, try to escape this life every night. The mood is loud, deceptive, and only dear alcohol is able to catch the bitter note in the air and lay its acrid note over it.

I sit down at my regular seat on old Harry. That's what I call my trusty but aging wooden chair, whose legs have more nicks in them than those knocked into the front door by some commotion or other.

I say yes, this shed has seen as many stories as I have words in my vocabulary to call my own.

There is no one at my table yet, nor do I want visitors today. I want to be alone with myself. Alone with my thoughts, which revolve around the stuffiness of life.

I order myself a gin. There's nothing like gin. Gin is the root of all happiness and after just 2-3 drinks, I've arrived in a world where all the clocks are at 12. All the lights shine through the windows. All people are silent.

Finally, I have it. I set the bottle on my table, open the stopper, and savor the aroma of juniper, pepper, citrus notes, and the secret ingredient that makes my breath catch one more time.

The aromas mingle with this old, gloomy and noisy tavern. Should I pour into my glass? Or drink straight from the bottle? - The decision is easy.

I put the bottle on, drink in the morning, drink in the evening, drink at noon, I drink and drink. Forget my worries, forget my anger, I forget everything but you - my gin golden to me.

On this my chair I sit, the bottle empty, the ceiling radiant, the surroundings loud and quiet. I try to order my thoughts, but still they escape my mind - I shout, I laugh, I cry, every single moment of my thought world spreads out in this tavern.

Slowly the eyes close. Slowly the voices fade away. Slowly I slip away from this world.

When I wake up, I am lying on the wooden floor I know. A woman is standing over me and I just don't want to have this unbearable headache anymore. I feel dizzy. I can barely breathe.

The woman standing there is holding baby clothes out to me. I don't really understand her voice, she just says something about baby, money, gin.... And I remember that I too hold my pennies like a baby.

This is my life. This is my downfall.

03/19/2023

9
Pricing 10
Bottle 8
Sillage 9
Longevity 8.5
Scent

DerYoon
11 Reviews

DerYoon

Rake and ruin, that's all

I used to travel a lot in villages and small towns. One day it was raining heavily and it was cold, then I came across a large wooden house that had burnt down. And this perfume smells like the remains of a burnt wooden house standing in a cold few days of rain, it is dark, cold and sour.
My female friend, on the other hand, know that smell from a hungover guy smells so sour after a dozen or so hours of partying with lots of cigarettes.
Both are good pictures of the ruin.

02/11/2024

2
Pricing 5
Bottle 5
Sillage 5
Longevity 1
Scent

Jotthur
3 Reviews

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Jotthur

"Disgusting...

...is what I thought when I put the sample on my wrist today. But well, of course I'll give everything a chance and will sniff it again later and hours later and in the evening. What can I say: the impression remained. It didn't develop out of the nasty triangle of tension between ash, charred wood and pyromaniac crime scene. Bah.
Only after showering with soap and a sisal glove (yes, I wanted to get rid of it) did the fragrance become weaker and more pleasant, almost wearable, but the effort required to spray it on every time was too much for me.
It's a shame really, as it contained so many fragrances that I also liked, I actually wanted to like it, but then I would probably be divorced, friendless and transferred to the archives. And in the long run, anosmia would set in.
But certainly good as a smelling salt or skunk repellent.

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