Coren

The embodiment of those 14 year old girls that waft musc and vanilla at you on the train. The style should never have been invented. Ew.

Burnt rubber and overripe fruits. Cloying. The burning fades quick, only condensed leather syrup remains. More balanced on skin. Not sure...

The salty cold of the penguin's habitat. A dusty penguin tuxedo. Creative, yes, but so synthetic it should come in an Erlenmeyer flask.

Typical smooth juicy-floral oud with a tiny bit of barnyard. Nicely done, I guess, but failed to stand out from the crowd, and I am tired.

Thick sour cloud of barbecue spices, dark wood turned charcoal, smoke. Could have been a Beaufort. Daring, perfectly executed.

Ehhhh. It does what it says on the tin. Clean orange (not juicy, just "correct"), creamy sandalwood in the heart. Uneventful.

Green with a golden glow. Lying in the grass at the lake, sunset after a long warm day. Exquisitely made but somehow doesn't touch me.

A very standard, well-executed vetiver. Fresh minty soapy aromatic start, dry cinnamon wood and vetiver. Good, not best.

Without fail, the scent will make me quiet and emotional. This is poetry. Giuseppe is a genius, and this is one of the best examples.

Vanillin sugar, apple, oud. Smoldering, opulent, fruity. Mild impression of puke. Somehow that's okay?? Brilliant but whoa. Challenging.