No one is running here. And it certainly isn't wild...
One secretly hopes for a miracle. Once again a blockbuster, one that goes through the roof. Yeah, okay, that's illusory. Then something solid, well-crafted with flair. Not that either? Oh dear... well, surely a brand like Davidoff can come up with something halfway decent again, right???
You think so. The name "Run Wild" alone is the worst mockery. What is wild about this? Who is going to run amok with this uninspired plastic stuff, except maybe the perfumer, out of guilt. Although you can also find the meaning "to run wild" as in "to become neglected." Okay, that somehow fits. Olfactory neglect. Plastic - special waste dump in the woods. It really has notes with potential to make you gag in it. At least that's how I feel. A strange synthetic mustiness. In a perfume that should actually exude a certain freshness (in terms of the "claim" to the scent, if you can really still call it a claim...). Even the new "The Man" series from Otto Kern (Becky Lynch edition?) can convince me more. Oh dear.
I can't judge the longevity and sillage, I eventually stopped paying attention to it on my arm.
This could really become a new low light for Davidoff. Sad given the "competition" in the market.
