When you smell Comme des Garçons (1994) for the first time, it almost feels like a riddle. The fragrance opens with a dense, dark cloud of clove, pepper, cinnamon, and cardamom - spices, but not from the kitchen, rather from an old apothecary. Beneath them, frankincense, resins, amber, and honey blend together to create a scent reminiscent of burnt wood, candle wax, and old books.
The signature is unmistakable: spicy, rough, smoky, slightly medicinal. It has that typically Japanese Comme des Garçons DNA - unisex, conceptual, deliberately imperfect.
The projection is intense, but not aggressive; it feels more like a warm aura around the body. The longevity? Hours later, you can still smell traces of resin and wood - like an echo. Not necessarily a fragrance for compliments - more of a statement. It smells of ideas, of art, of a place between studio and cathedral. Those seeking clean freshness will flee. But those who love beauty in the unusual will fall in love.