A wonderfully uncompromising vetiver scent: herbal-bitter green of damp forest herbs, mossy old tree trunks, heavy black earth, smoldering leaves in autumn fog. If Creed's Bois du Portugal is early October, we have late November here. Sheer masculinity, only the howling of wolves is missing. However, Villoresi manages the feat of putting the rugged trapper in a tuxedo, as an elegant rosewood note runs through this primeval forest despite all its bluntness.
Couchlock 11 years ago 