Top Notes 
Cardamom
Melon
Saffron
Cinnamon
Ginger
Heart Notes 
Mediterranean cypress
Base Notes 
Cedar leaf
Oakmoss
Vanilla10/06/2025
Lasagne
5 Reviews
Lasagne
1
Rivages Noirs - memoirs of a retired surfer
Rivages Noirs – the shores that we're talking about here are not nearly enough dark as the name suggests. The third Guillaume's perfume I had the opportunity to experience (others were Huitieme Art Aube Pashmina i Parfumerie Generale 7.1 Grand Siécle Intense) and also the one I dislike the most.
I admit having tried wearing the perfume before I decided to write this review. Every time i wore it, it was a bit more bearable, maybe I would learn to love it by the summertime :D If I' left it judging on just one wear, I would not have much to say, and none of it would actually be good, I would probably click on the „diskile“ and forward it to someone in my frag family. It is very neatly put together, that I must admit, and judging by the longevity of today's perfumes this one positions itself somewhere in the middle. It would last for a couple of hours, on a warm day that would a little bit more, I'm sure. Aromatic, fresh, spicy scent, the drydown being a mix of refined combination of cypress and something ambery, a bit sweet, which makes it an altogether pleasant scent.
The perfume opens with the more or less typical notes of a fresh, aromatic, masculine “shower-gel” scent. At first sniff, it’s so typical—and so intensely freshie—that you’d swear this is how you’d smell if, halfway through a shower, fully covered in foam, the water suddenly stopped running… so you just towel off and pretend nothing happened. Later, you jump into the sea and foam up again. :D
The suggested whiskey association completely missed me. A few minutes in, melon steps onto the stage—this little delight that, in my opinion, belongs best on its own, chilled, on a plate or in a salad, or Italian-style with prosciutto... or in a daiquiri. Not in a perfume. I still haven’t found one where its presence worked for me.
At this stage, the scent irresistibly reminded me of CK Crave—still a vivid memory since I had it in my collection up until a few years ago. Not a bad youthful scent; it evokes the sea, beaches... yes, but not in a way that suits me. It’s a scent for some young surfer strutting along the rivages with his board and a shark tooth around his neck.
In Rivages Noirs, that surfer is now older and well-off; he’s traded the board for an entire yacht. The talisman still hangs there, clearly visible against his typically unbuttoned shirt. He may have aged, but his youthful spirit is still recognizable—he refuses to let go. He still charms young women around him, and he enjoys it. That’s somehow both right and wrong—those girls on his yacht, just like this damn melon in this bottle.
I admit having tried wearing the perfume before I decided to write this review. Every time i wore it, it was a bit more bearable, maybe I would learn to love it by the summertime :D If I' left it judging on just one wear, I would not have much to say, and none of it would actually be good, I would probably click on the „diskile“ and forward it to someone in my frag family. It is very neatly put together, that I must admit, and judging by the longevity of today's perfumes this one positions itself somewhere in the middle. It would last for a couple of hours, on a warm day that would a little bit more, I'm sure. Aromatic, fresh, spicy scent, the drydown being a mix of refined combination of cypress and something ambery, a bit sweet, which makes it an altogether pleasant scent.
The perfume opens with the more or less typical notes of a fresh, aromatic, masculine “shower-gel” scent. At first sniff, it’s so typical—and so intensely freshie—that you’d swear this is how you’d smell if, halfway through a shower, fully covered in foam, the water suddenly stopped running… so you just towel off and pretend nothing happened. Later, you jump into the sea and foam up again. :D
The suggested whiskey association completely missed me. A few minutes in, melon steps onto the stage—this little delight that, in my opinion, belongs best on its own, chilled, on a plate or in a salad, or Italian-style with prosciutto... or in a daiquiri. Not in a perfume. I still haven’t found one where its presence worked for me.
At this stage, the scent irresistibly reminded me of CK Crave—still a vivid memory since I had it in my collection up until a few years ago. Not a bad youthful scent; it evokes the sea, beaches... yes, but not in a way that suits me. It’s a scent for some young surfer strutting along the rivages with his board and a shark tooth around his neck.
In Rivages Noirs, that surfer is now older and well-off; he’s traded the board for an entire yacht. The talisman still hangs there, clearly visible against his typically unbuttoned shirt. He may have aged, but his youthful spirit is still recognizable—he refuses to let go. He still charms young women around him, and he enjoys it. That’s somehow both right and wrong—those girls on his yacht, just like this damn melon in this bottle.
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