Sea Censored
Sea Angel
O'Driù 2017

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6.3 / 10 52 Ratings

Sea Censored is a perfume by O'Driù for women and men and was released in 2017. The scent is spicy-green. Projection and longevity are above-average. The production was apparently discontinued.

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Main accords

Spicy

Green

Aquatic

Animal

Floral

Fragrance Notes

Algae

Cumin

Cypriol

Fur

Musk

Pine

Tangerine

Tuberose

Coriander

Ginger

Grass

Green apple

Oud

Vanilla

Rose

Perfumer

Angelo Orazio Pregoni

Ratings

Scent

6.352 Ratings

Longevity

8.647 Ratings

Sillage

8.147 Ratings

Bottle

7.449 Ratings

Submitted by Michael, last update on 22.11.2023.

Reviews

9 in-depth fragrance descriptions

10/29/2020

9
Bottle 9
Sillage 10
Longevity 9
Scent

Gandix
87 Reviews

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Gandix

Top Review 38

The Fall of Atlantis

My feet are stuck to the floor like gum...
The eyes wide open in horror...
The woman next to me is white
The city is burning,
the ocean, a sea of flames.
Ash rain falls on us,
thousands of people running through the streets Her cold sweat permeates the night They run to escape,
but there is no escape
Outside on the horizon a wave is building up,
huge,
creeps closer,
thunders here.
Screaming and noise,
then it's quiet,
dead quiet...

The water breaks over the city with an elemental force,
pitch black,
pulls the ground from under my feet.
An undertow pulls me out into the open sea,
flings me around like a doll The flames still dance on the surface,
burning trees fall down.
I can see it from a distance the acrid smoke still in the nose.

The foam of the roaring sea
kisses my skin,
cuddles me tenderly and softly.
Algae wrap around my body
and pull me down.

Your smoky breath, Poseidon,
that ignites the disaster,
...running down my skin Your anger, your rage she cost sacrifices,
that even you can barely get over,
me too
I see dark purple tuberose tears
glinting in your night-black eyes.
Your tentacles hold me tight,
take me with you
into the silent darkness of the deep ocean.
Where neither sun nor moon send one light beam each.
I bury my face in the sweaty stoops
of your fish arms.
Trapped between algae I lie bedded,
the senses vanish,
a last bubble of air rises glittering.
Silence, so peaceful,
Atlantis and I,
we are no more.

09/29/2020

10
Bottle 7
Sillage 10
Longevity 8
Scent

Hasi
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Hasi

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The breath of the Charybdis

The wide opening of the Globuli Cap of Mermaid (thank you very much at this point!) gives me the opportunity to get an impression of the green liquid already when opening the snap closure: piddled harbour basin. Rotten fish waste.
This is really bad
On the skin
My first thought: Someone should have told the little mermaid that she also gets a Mumu if she wishes to have legs.
My second thought: I don't know if fishy alone is the right expression, it has to be salty and algal, like an open oyster that has been washed through its life by seawater. Then I read that an unbelievable 240 l of seawater washes through a single oyster every day, and that nothing smells and tastes more like salty ocean than the queen of the mussels
I remember the legend of Scylla and Charybdis. Charybdis sucks in the sea water 3 times a day and then expels it again roaring. So she is the monster oyster of the ancient Greek mythology. The things that go through there during the day... no wonder Charybdis has bad breath and sweats from work
She sweats because cumin and coriander have been there from the beginning. Warm and cold notes combined, also a special feature of the fragrance. I have never smelled like this before. I can't help but think of Can's beautiful Kommi, the cold-blooded mermaid that embraces the warm body and takes it into the depths. That makes sense
Coriander, whose smell is not only reminiscent of aniseed or dill, but also resembles the exhalations of various types of bugs. The name coriander translates as bug dill. Anyone who has ever had a stink bug on their hand that "farted" in defence knows what I mean.

Cumin, whose scent is described as woody, spicy, warm, anise-like, but is very often also perceived as sweaty, and personally makes me always think of sweaty, warm armpits. Warm and spicy, human-fleshy, and at the same time dry and bitter. In the case of the sea angel only moderately sweaty.

Then something else came to my mind about the initial urine smell. Many years ago I went with a small group of work colleagues during the cool season once a week to swim in an indoor pool. Every week a different one in change. Once we were in a smaller one, and there I noticed a very unpleasant smell already at the beginning. The closer one came to the stairs, where the water also became lower, the worse the smell became. Chlorine and pee. Chlorine has actually hardly any own smell, only in combination with urea it becomes a chlorine compound with the typical acrid smell. The beginning of SC smells the same way. Especially out of the cap.

On skin, this fish-chlorine-algae note quickly turns into a medicinal note, oud (I have no experience with cypriol), infused with the ethereal scent of pine. Ginger plays a fruity and spicy role. From here on the fragrance becomes more pleasant, but recedes. Stays here for hours as a sweet, warm and spicy, dry and bitter skin-to-skin scent, as if you were lying in bed with your partner after a round of mattress tango, your head cuddled up in your armpit. The scent is very physical. Here the note fox fur/fur would also make sense. Whereby I rather think of ferrets (my sister had ferrets for years), which have a very typical smell, for me personally sometimes a bit too animalistically strict, dark animal musk (sweaty hairy armpits) and sometimes slightly urine like, because they mark each other, but at the same time sweet and wild. Ferret fans rave about the fact that their pets smell of mead or wild honey. That goes well, I recognize this smell here in a discreet form. And the scent of tuberose is also described as honey-like narcotic. Everything fits together. By the way, the base reminds me of Rubj from Vera Profumo.
I have not yet smelled a fox, I only know that foxes mark from the anal glands with a small yellowish drop, which can be smelled by fox and man up to 6 weeks. The intensive, bad smell is intensified by the effect of water.
Maybe a fox was milked for SC after all.

In between, Oud turns up the heat from time to time, in combination with the fruity ginger. Then the fragrance loses some warmth for this moment, becomes dry-metallic-fruity, only to gain spicy warmth again. Only after many hours does the spicy-warm disappear completely and the dry-metallic-fruity remains. (I like it best, I can't do with warm scents). In the aura you can only smell the fruity oud.
This now lasts not only for hours but for days, especially on clothes. Even today - 5 days later - the sleeve of my shirt and my cardigan still smell like dry-fruity delicate oud. Really great now even. Today on my arm... the skin... to adore! So many levels, so much change in this fragrance, is worth an 8 to me
The fragrance deserves the name Sea Censored. It's like a censored movie, hardcore porn or horror shocker. A warning.
If you ignore the warning and stick your nose in anyway, you may be shocked, but at least you will be surprised and learn something new.
In any case, he got too close to Charybdis.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7aV3Q-bA5M

12/04/2020

9
Sillage 10
Longevity 6.5
Scent

Susan
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Susan

Top Review 32

And in the depths of the sea lurks......

..... definitely not "The Little Mermaid" ;-)...!!

The first spray is a shocker.

As a Swabian, I would say: I have rarely smelled anything that stinks as pitiful as the first few minutes of SEA ANGEL I immediately think of old, fishy menstrual blood. Really quite, quite terrible......

Immediately after this unpleasant prelude, a light chemical laboratory atmosphere creeps in - also for only a few minutes - oud, cypriol and pine of this latest misdeed.......

To sum up: The first 10 minutes are pure horror.

But THEN...!!!

Suddenly, and as if by magic, the initially extraordinarily desolate and repulsive brew turns into a green-spicy, slightly salty and quite authentic sea scent with a good deal of sillage and durability.

Whoever thinks of gentle waves, light blue water and "bast-rocked" South Sea beauties is wrong. This sea here is dark green, opaque, menacingly quiet and full of proliferating, billowing algae.......the kind of sea that is better entered only with bathing shoes, since you don't know what lurks in its depths......instead of gracefully smiling flower girls, wild and dangerous gorgons.......are always ready to tear the careless sea visitor into the depths......

SEA ANGEL is a mystical fragrance through and through........ a magic is at work here that is difficult to escape....... a fragrance for mythical creatures of the "darker" kind.......and...... an emotionally not entirely harmless fragrance....... the wearer of this fragrance should have a reasonably balanced mind........ for people with a tendency to melancholy, the fragrance could easily fall into an abyss from which they might not be able to find their way out so quickly......
Explanation of the valuation:

Artistic aspect of the fragrance: 9
Personal favor: 4
Total: 6.5

01/21/2021

7
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 8
Scent

FioreMarina
24 Reviews

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FioreMarina

Top Review 33

From the wild, wide sea

Yes yes, I have been warned about this fragrance. Multiple times. Poor Bastian has done his best to bring me to reason; his last attempt at damage control was the super security plastic box in which he sent me this mysterious elixir, neatly separated from the other, the dear sample, combined with incantations: "Just do not test it on the skin! And not inside. And best of all, put the vomit bucket within reach." Ok - he didn't say the latter exactly like that, but guys - honestly: do you actually need anything more to want to test a fragrance really really badly?
I'll admit, first impressions were discouraging: darkly murky green-alkaline goo that settled on the plastic wall of the test bottle like something that should be disinfected urgently. Instead, I pressed the spray button. Inside. With the window closed. On the sofa, two metres away from my son, who, watching the football without lifting his eyes, stated seconds later: "It smells like Werder Bremen in here." And that honestly wasn't a compliment. Because it would mean that Werder smells like mint and fish. Raw fish, no, not so fresh anymore. More like what it smells like in the fish halls of Venice just before noon, when the cats start painting around the trash cans.
No, please! Don't run away! Hold on for a little bit, just ten, fifteen seconds! Do as the cats in Venice do: stroke that scent around your legs for a moment longer. For it has a story to tell you, not one for the faint-hearted, but a mighty one: the story of the wild, wide sea.
In this story you will not meet a Le Male - Matröschen, who shades his mascaraed eyelashes with his hand to look for anything in an improbably blue harbor water to snatch him from boredom. It's more likely to encounter the flying Dutchman, who, St. Elmo's fire in his eye and seaweed in his hair, chases across the grey sea, over swirls of coriander and cumin, ploughing wildly rearing waves, the smell of salt and seaweed on his skin. And yes, there is a hint of beauty wafting through this scent: tuberose blooms errantly through the wild sensory storm and there is a hint of musk like a memory of a world where you get to snuggle up warm and dry in a soft bed. But that's far away. Here and now is raw, cool freshness, I think grass and pine provide that association. If you want to know what sailor's yarn is spun from, perhaps it's these wild, unleashed scent impressions collapsing on top of each other. They all together really tell the tale of the sea, the song of freedom and death, terrible and beautiful, indomitable and not even dreaming of pleasing anyone.
Is that a good scent?
If a fragrance can be art, then it is one of the special ones.
Is it wearable?
Yes, by the creative and the poetic, by the bohemians of Montmartre, by all those who don't give a damn about convention. And I'm afraid I never made it into that select group.
But I wholeheartedly recommend this fragrance as an experience to the brave among you, the curious, those who love stories. Or who simply want to be surprised again.
Come and sniff the wild wide sea.

11/29/2020

9
Sillage 10
Longevity 6
Scent

NuiWhakakore
57 Reviews

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NuiWhakakore

Top Review 31

How Poseidon got his trident

It was the day of Dionysus, god of wine, grapes, ecstasy and joy. On this day it was the custom among the Olympic gods to play tricks on each other (comparable to our first April, even though there was no April, no calendar, not even seasons). Poseidon was a grumpy fellow and not up for such jokes. He should have been warned when Hermes, who was always up for a joke, appeared before him to bring him a gift from Zeus.
After a look at the magnificently forged trident, however, he left all caution aside, that's how fantastic it was. Hephaestus had created it with all his knowledge and art. "Be careful," Hermes told him. "It is a powerful weapon and the symbol of your dominion over the seas." He could not resist and took it.
At once he fell into a deep sleep. Of course there was a curse on the trident, spoken by Zeus himself, the brothers had never liked each other. So Poseidon slept and on Mount Olympus the laughter of the gods could be heard for a long time because of the successful joke.
Poseidon slept for a thousand years. Scylla kept watch and didn't let anyone see him, not even Zeus, who was getting hell from Hera, because the joke had really lasted long enough. But Scylla was faithful to her master, half dog she was, and Zeus was probably not really motivated either.
So the water around Poseidon became more and more murky, algae grew out of his beard and the offerings of the people rotted around him. Roses, incense resins and precious woods rotted and surrounded him like a dark cloud that nothing could penetrate. Scylla kept watch.
But after 1000 years Poseidon woke up and when he saw what had happened he was really angry. Angrily, he fished algae from his beard and an eerie rumble grew in his chest. But then he saw the trident, radiantly beautiful and powerful as it was on the first day and his anger subsided a bit. Careful that no one saw him, his lip twitched briefly upwards. He hadn't smiled more in eons. Immediately the water became clear and sweet, filled with the smell of spices and precious resins. Scylla brought him a stick.
With his trident in his hand, he settled on his throne and began to think about his revenge. For he would never forgive Zeus for that...

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Sea Censored / Sea Angel is aquatics on another level. It rolls over Cool Water and Co. and doesn't even notice that there was something there. Brackish algae water, in which roses, cypriol and spices have been floating around for a long time and all this in an extreme intensity. This shocks at first and thus lasts for a very long time. After 4-5 hours these notes have retreated so far that the base is recognizable and that reconciles me a bit: spices, light sweetness, a little resin. That is then very pleasant. But the way there is nothing for weak nerves!
Sea Censored / Sea Angel is definitely exciting and therefore definitely worth a test. I don't know what should be censored on it. I'd rather not get to know the uncensored version.

With Olympic thanks to Gandix!

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