Feeling up for a challenge? Here you go. In its uncompromising nature, Cuoio drives me to slight despair. This fragrance does not wish to please, nor does it submit to the wearer. No, the roles are clearly defined: the wearer is merely a means to an end, serving as a projection surface for the fragrance to wage its battles.
From the very beginning, Cuoio is characterized by dizzying sharpness. A bitter, slightly sweet orange peel, akin to its essence of candied orange, along with a cutting ether note, herald a beginning that only a true love for the product could find agreeable. Together, they meander in clouds over the olfactory organ directly into the brain, causing a slight dizziness. Just when you think you can handle this surprising start, ginger and tarragon join in the chorus. Both contribute significantly to the sharpness, and you feel enveloped by something that distinctly reminds you of a herbal liqueur accord.
In the heart note, you are confronted with smoke and rubber, which do not lack in their mercilessness. The smoke hovers right on the edge of what is still bearable. You can perceive the scent of a burnt campfire or cold ash in the fireplace, while something warm and caressing is sought in vain. The rubber also has a smoldering quality and, if such things are even possible, lacks rounded components.
Only slowly does the sooty, cable-burn reminiscent scent fade away, revealing a reconciliatory base. This is characterized by a very beautiful, slightly sweet leather note, but it takes time for it to come into its own adequately.
Cuoio is an authentic, quite original fragrance. However, its uncompromising nature is proverbial. The refusal to forgo any components associated with well-being for long stretches has its price. Either you feel committed to a hermit-like existence. Otherwise, you will have a hard time incorporating the fragrance into everyday life. For wherever people gather, the scent almost resembles an affront.
Yatagan 12 years ago