So I’ll admit it: I blind bought a 100 ml tester bottle of this bad boy. I smashed the Buy Now button once I saw reviewers were associating it with Type O Negative songs. Plus, it was only $25. Sue me.
But man, am I glad I did! As a lifelong New Englander, believe me when I say Jacomo de Jacomo is the black cloak you drape yourself in once the skies darken and the temperatures start to really drop. The second I tested this on my skin, I was immediately transported to childhood memories of attending fairs and festivals on chilly fall days, complete with hay rides and Barbecue cook-offs.
This is as close as you can get to the color black without oud or loud animalics. If notes like patchouli or cumin generally give you pause, rest assured: Jacomo is all smoke and cloves with an a hint of leather and a fresh layer of fougere to pull it all together.
If you want something that will make you feel you’re turning into a dragon when you spray it on, give this a shot. This is exactly the kind of scent I desperately wanted Passion by Elizabeth Taylor, Poison by Dior, Black Orchid by Tom Ford, and Voice of the Snake by Gucci to be for me.
