It's marine, sure, but also aggressively sour. I feel like I'm drinking pickling liquid mixed with a glass of Sprite that stayed on the counter for too long and went flat.
The cloud is large, but relatively airy. The source of the smell becomes apparent when you're about an arm's length away from it. But get any closer – and it's pungent. Heavy and acidic, but also very straightforward and weirdly flaccid. Unlikeable.
Granted, I've never been to the ocean. Just at the shores of rivers, estuaries and local sea – and none of them smelled like this. So maybe this is the kind of perfume you need to have some kind of nostalgic connection to to enjoy it? But aquatic notes in
Kenzo Homme Eau de Toilette Intense were very similar to these – heavy, marine and sour; and it was fun! Then again, there were layers to it. It was changing, shifting and moving.
Here? It's a whole day (~7 hours, give or take) of the same monotone droning of acrid synthetics. About ~3 hours in the aquatics on top weakened for a moment and I was able to discern a very pretty coriander note, but it soon faded into the background again and paved way for the tart aquatics at the base. Hooray. That again. I mean, it is technically true to its name, but I'm also very much not a fan of the experience.
I'm starting to think that I'm just not Maison Margiela's target audience. Nothing I try from them strikes me as a particularly happy kind of memory I'd like to be stuck for a whole day in.