Cowboy Grass D.S. & Durga 2008

Bottle Design Kavi Moltz

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7.7 / 10 145 Ratings

A popular perfume by D.S. & Durga for men, released in 2008. The scent is green-spicy. It is still in production.

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Main accords

Green

Spicy

Woody

Earthy

Smoky

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes

Wild thyme

Bergamot

Rosewood

Heart Notes

Sagebrush

Basil

Rose otto

Clary sage

Base Notes

Vetiver

Grass

Ambergris

Benzoin

Perfumers

Kavi Moltz, David Seth Moltz

Ratings

Scent

7.7145 Ratings

Longevity

7.4117 Ratings

Sillage

6.7118 Ratings

Bottle

7.0102 Ratings

Value for money

6.440 Ratings

Submitted by Feylamia, last update on 26.02.2024.

Reviews

5 in-depth fragrance descriptions

02/14/2021

7
Pricing 6
Sillage 7
Longevity 8.5
Scent

NuiWhakakore
62 Reviews

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NuiWhakakore

Top Review 31

Mapache!

It had been watching him. All through the cold night, as he dreamed fitfully of adventures. Had crept up to the fire and rummaged through his pockets, nibbled at his supplies. Now it watched from a distance. The sun was rising over the mountains, bathing everything in its golden light. The smoke from the fire was just a puff in the cool air, scented with thyme and dark wood.

The figure in the distance stirred. It should have disappeared into its den by now, but it was curious and couldn't tear itself away from the sight. It would get up and wander down into the plain, and that's when a crazy idea flashed through the little rodent's brain: why not follow it, leave its ancestral territory and explore the wide open spaces?

It followed him the whole day. The landscape grew drier and drier and more barren. It was exhausted and thirsty, but continued to follow as if in a drowsy trance. The air became hot and spicy, fragrant with mugwort and basil. No more clear thoughts, just on and on. Filled with the smells of the prairie, new smells and old familiar ones, dry and spicy mixed together. So different from up in the mountains, new yet familiar. Now there was grass to run over, scorched by the sun yet fresh. The sun was sinking, the heat giving way to a pleasant warmth. Amber light heralded the night.

It was sure, back there, beyond the black band, would be the paradise it dreamed of. With its last ounce of strength it dragged itself onto the smooth plain, still warm from the day. No more grasses and no more stones, a relief for its battered paws. Was this already the longed-for paradise? There came a light, so bright and invitingly shining! It came closer and closer, the tape vibrated, and then....

...Ol' John had been sitting in his Mack truck for 13 hours, kept going only by caffeine and sugar, thundering down the highway. A brief thump in the steering, that's all he felt.

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I've been thinking for a long time whether to write anything else about Cowboy Grass, there are already great comments about it, but the scent deserves it! Even if the cowboy theme already offers itself whether the name, it definitely brews but no new cowboy story to it, there are already very good. The journey from the cool mountains to the dry prairie is but an imposing analogy, it describes the scent course but perfectly.
So smells Cowboy Grass as described above, fresh, woody, spicy herbs, dry vetiver and at the end some warming ambergris. 6 to 7 hours lasts the journey from the mountains to the plains for him or her, in this case, I think but rather for him. Who likes creaky-green fragrances, test!

And thanks to Good Ol' John Medianus, he couldn't possibly see the little guy despite being overtired, he's not to blame!

For once, here's the soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gs8EdlomUzs

10/12/2020

8
Bottle 6
Sillage 7
Longevity 7
Scent

Chizza
273 Reviews

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Chizza

Top Review 22

Trail through the steppe

1820: my life as a bounty hunter took me through many a godforsaken nest, through valleys of death and above all through one thing: lonely landscapes, dry wasteland and starvation for days on end. As romantic as I imagined my existence at the beginning of my career, the reality was sobering. So today I left the lush green valley for the prairie with mixed feelings

I walked past the cattle, which were chewing the wonderful green grass, which smelled of life, so juicy it was. There were only a few barren spots, but these could not cloud the overall picture. So I sucked in the scent of these meadows and fields. By the way, free from olfactory accompaniment of the animal inhabitants. On the way I looked at various settlements of wild thyme, which smelled spicy and preferred these stony areas. Here it thrived, shaped not only the landscape but also the smell of the steppe.
The steppe here in South Dakota was quite picturesque with its herds of bison. The green still smelled of untamed nature but also of the dust of the badlands, which is carried by the wind into the prairie and completes the picture. The further one went in their direction, I had to learn this often, the more this grassy smell decreased. It no longer smelled saturated but successively more inferior as if the desert was taking over. Analogous to its barrenness, the scent became ascetic, not one-dimensional or monotonous, but rather varied in its wasteland. This was also due to the desert mugwort which grew without any problems further out on the dusty ground and is in principle a sage variant. Accordingly, it shaped the grassy scent, seemed bitter and yet sweetish at the same time, and gave the prevailing smell various facets.
But the sweet sublime nature of the grass, the vetiver to be precise, remained the expression of the life that lives in it. A traveller from other continents once told me that they used it to protect and at the same time fence in their fields and fields. This scent accompanied me on my way through the canyon, through the badlands, so that I always remembered the friendlier areas of this region. This helped me on my ways. But I have to be honest with myself: rather faster than slower the original scent vanished and became weaker and weaker. The surrounding countryside broke the energy of the grassland and so the scent lived on in my memory for the most part.
So Cowboy Grass is a fragrance which seems to be a pure grass scent. Animalik is not present, which one could think at the beginning, although Durga has in principle other craft strengths than Animalik. Cowboy Grass seems to have hit what it is. Authentic, interesting and so hardly to be found, the Wild West and its landscape is sketched. Beautiful? Yes. Better than other durgas? I don't think so, but that depends on personal taste. It's not a forest, it's not smoke, it's really grass in several variations. A harmonious scent of some kind. You should know that.
P.S.: how authentic the ingredients are now, I don't know. Vetiver and rosewood are not typically American, but that belongs under the artistic broad coat. Authentic and I mean really realistic natural scents of regions are available at Bravanariz, for example, who cares. Just by the way.

02/24/2019

9
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 7.5
Scent

Caligari
48 Reviews

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Caligari

Very helpful Review 10

What cowboy?

For me, it's the closest thing I've had to grass. What the cowboy should...? Daring and originality? It doesn't need him. The grass is quite nature-identical in itself. It is not the green-juicy, but the mown variant... so about after the tenth hour of dryness. Pleasant, somewhat dull and rather spicy than green. Hold like hay. This can lead to a little nervousness during the first 30 minutes to hours. Do I want to smell exactly like such an ordinary remnant of nature?

Rescue is at hand. When brought to operating temperature, Rose and Vetiver work their way up and break with the dry stuff. I would have guessed saffron... but whatever. In any case, after a long run you get back into safe Durga waterways, which always emphasize the closeness to nature, but fortunately are also always prettified with a little pizzazz.

Altogether a very calming among the anyway not very shrill Durgas. Like a freshly brewed herbal meadow tea.

Durability and Sillage are good and easily over. The flacon does its job, but I now like the old flasks much better than these clunky barrels.

01/14/2021

8.5
Scent

Jo13579
6 Reviews

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Jo13579

Very helpful Review 12

Down from the Sierra, down to the Pecos

For several months I had been wandering the vast prairies of North America. Between the Mississippi and the Rockies I had experienced many an adventure, but I remembered the agreement I had made with my red brother. In the Sierra Madre we were to meet, by a clear mountain stream, as soon as the solitary old oak standing there cast a shadow at noon, the length of which was five times mine. In the distance, above the craggy peaks of the Sierra, I see the sun rising, its warm rays tickling my face. Morning dew is visible on the grasses and herbs. Mugwort, which Indian squaws burn in their tents, and wild thyme, whose spice the northern hunter knows to use for roasting elk, spread an oily odor. An aromatic haze rises from the grass surrounding me, its swathes soon succumbing to the warmth of the rapidly rising sun. Until noon I ride further and further into the Sierra. The barren slopes and dry shrubs scratch my nose slightly, but are still caught by the sound of the cool, clear stream, near which I catch sight of the withered, yet still majestic oak. My brother is not to be seen, but I notice that in a knothole of the tree there is an equally withered branch, which, however, comes from a spruce. This must have been brought from the north, and when I pull it out I am confirmed in my suspicions. A piece of paper is wrapped around it, and in meticulous, beautiful handwriting a short message is written, urging me to hurry to the Río Pecos. A mutual friend was in danger, and together we had to come to his aid in the drought of the Staked Plains. After my black horse has drunk from the water of the stream, I set off south. The leisurely trot of the morning has given way to a sustained gallop as soon as the last hills of the Sierra have given way to the dry tall grass of the steppe. The hoofs of the sturdy Arab stir up the dust that settles on the parched yellow grasses. The afternoon sun is pleasantly warming, as the blistering heat of late summer has long since given way to the mild rays of autumn. So I make my camp in the darkness, warming myself by the light and gentle smoke of the dry fires, to ride with the rising sun toward the river, whose moist coolness will wipe away the last traces of the smell of the prairie.

Thanks to Medianus for the sample, Chizza for his inspiring, beautiful comment below mine, and Mr. May for letting me borrow my words from the beginning of one of his works ;-) Old Surehand I is recommended to everyone at this point.

10/17/2023

Philyrae
21 Reviews

Philyrae

Dry sagebrush

It’s probably for the best that the cowboy in the name isn’t invoked realistically because I can do without the entrenched body odor, cheap liquor and animal smells that make up their olfactory world.

That said, this paints a more romantic idea of a sagebrush landscape colored with thyme and dry hay settling into a smoky twilight under a wool blanket. Some ambergris and musks appear warm up in the drydown and I get notes of palo santo and rosewood all throughout. It’s beautifully evocative and leans masculine though a woman can wear this as well.