Rake & Ruin Beaufort 2018

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.

Funny to read all the reviews. Well, here's my take. Rake & Ruin opens with a very strong celery smell. It doesn't last long until other spices appear and the smoke. The bad part about it is, it reminded me of food - very spicy food. And that part lasted for at least 7 hours. As the scent started to dissipate, it became more of a plain smoky/woody scent. I really don't want to smell like I came out of a restaurant. This one isn't for me.

Performance is quite good. I'm currently on about 11 hours and it's a pretty strong skin scent. Projection is quite good for the first few hours.

And another perfume from my favorites from this brand. In my opinion (despite the fact that also a heavier player) they are exceptionally ... 'nice' to wear.
I was wondering how to describe them, where are those fragrance notes that would define the direction of this perfume, and I had a problem with that. In my opinion, it is a very rich fragrance composition consisting of many notes that complement each other and permeate each other. You can definitely feel all kinds of conifers here, but those from thermophilic areas, so I associate the familiar and close Mediterranean basin, or warm areas located by the water, sea, ocean in the subtropical / subtropical zone - so Central America, islands, etc. also fit here.
In addition to fresh conifers of all types from this zone, some burnt various herbs and incense wood were added here, some alcohol based on pepper and juniper (gin) drilled in the nose and various citruses (as befits a good tincture) were added. If it was not so unambiguously vegetable ... you can still feel the animal element - musk. And so we come to the appropriate name for this perfume: 'loot and destroy', which is close to ... pirates with these ingredients and the climatic zone.
Maybe personally I would add more grog or rum, but whatever ..... the smell is heavier, but very captivating and unfortunately or unfortunately - not only do people not run away from it as from a drunk and smelly pirate, they also most often return a positive attention. So ... not so scary a pirate as they paint and talk about him ;-)
It is worth trying and feeling like in the Caribbean while boarding a galleon between companions or on the way to the port in Corsica after a heavily drunk party. Must have item.

One of Beaufort’s peaks.
A fire subdued by an icy rain.
No violence, only relief.
In Rake & Ruin there is a polarity between heat and frost, executed masterfully.
It feels like Fathom V set ablaze. Smoky, cold, metallic, glacial.
Skin and clothes carry the same scent they would have after sitting in front of a fireplace, yet enriched with exquisitely refreshing botanical nuances, such as juniper and angelica.
A profoundly natural scent, moving and deep.

Beaufort's Rake and Ruin is in my opinion the best release from the house and the greatest fragrance I have ever smelled. At its most fundamental level this is an oddly simple fragrance built on two (brutally photorealistic) accords of gin and cigarette ash, and yet it is an insanely multifaceted and transgressive scent characterized by nonstop evolution from the initial spray until the very last whiff.

The notes list is incredibly long, though I am of opinion that there is not much point in reading rather than smelling. And yet, one thing that becomes apparent, both to the nose and to the reader, is that the smoke persists through all the layers of this fragrance, from the topmost periphery, through the core and down to the base. And yet, unlike the smoke traditional to the craft where it usually figures as calm and sweet, balsamic, sexy, spicy and so on, in this bottle it is not sweet, it is not gentle and it doesn't even strive to be pleasant. In fact, it tries to be as realistic and harsh as it possibly can be, emulating stale cigarette ash and bums, aggressive smoke that permeates everything and refuses to go away. This is then augmented with the cluster of juniper, angelica and orris which results in a masterful replication of a gin scent which can quite literally feel like you've opened up a bottle of Hendrick's and put it up to your nose.

And while these two accords are the staple of the fragrance, they are by no means exhaustive and the scent flows and evolves like a fluid through it's lifetime until the very end. While in the first twenty minutes or so, it may smell quite literally like you've been throwing cigarette bums in a glass of gin (I am not ashamed to admit that this is my favorite part), it very quickly changes up and develops a green, pine-y, foresty smell. Some time later it develops an almost ozonic feel with a bit of earthiness until all of those become very prominent. After it's dried down for two hours or so, it practically smells like you are sipping on gin & tonic and smoking hand-rolled cigarettes, just by the ashes of last night's campfire out in the woods, in an early rainy morning. And then in the very late drydown it smells like you are out of gin (though your breath gives you away) and are now having a walk in that same green, rainy forest while the smell of cigarettes has seeped deep into your clothes.

Like most other Beaufort creations, this is a three-dimensional, naturalistic fragrance with quite a bit of edge to it, and yet, like my main criticism towards this house's other creations, the only downside is that it doesn't last nearly as long as I would like it to. Even though it performs better than the others, it's got about six or seven hours of longevity.

Ultimately, this is punk scent for bohemians with love of mother's ruin and extensive fondness for tobacco, though by no means willing to call themselves aficionados finding it awfully posh and obnoxious.