Intelrunner
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Intelrunner
It's 1994 and I'm 9 miles off the coast of Key West, Florida (USA) ...
Perfume:
Millisime Imperial (US Spelling) [MI]
Written:
2023/04
Batch: Unavailable, but presumably post-2020.
Decant / Bottle: Decant
Source: Reddit, 2023.
This is a 'first impression' review, where I have only tested the scent in a limited variety of conditions (like on my wrist, on a Sunday, watching Ash vs Evil Dead on my couch while I smoke weed). I'll update as I can, which likely won't be as often as I want.
It's (very) early January 1994.
In Northern Illinois, where I lived, it's cold and snowy; the post-New Year's motivational ice is just starting to break up as parents make it back to work, children back to standing in slushy puddles full of road salt and waiting for the big yellow bus to chug its way to you in the wee hours of the morning. Usually, I'd be among that throng, standing with my JanSport bag slung over my shoulder - poof ball hat set unironically on my head - and a steely glint in my eye where I wasn't going to be angry about my crap presents as a teen in the angsty 90s.
Not this year.
In 1994 I was part of a group of "Explorers" (an offshoot of the Boy Scouts of America) from my local chapter that got to go to Florida for 2 weeks, live in a preserve and go scuba diving every day.
I had never been to the ocean, hell - never seen anything larger than the "Rock River" (look it up). I had never smelled, with any sort of lasting memory, the true weight of a large body of water.
On an early morning, on a beautiful day in January, I was sitting on a 30-foot diving boat somewhere in the "mid shallows' off Key West. I had an orange slice in my hand and the salt from the sea was all over me. It was soaked into my wetsuit and dripping off my hair. It was smashed into my nostrils, all the way back into my sinuses, from a failed mask cleaning.
The salt in my nose, the juice from the orange, the smell in the air from the weight of the ocean itself, and the sunlight dancing in the droplets all mingled together and created a memory that I hold incredibly dear. It's one of those perfect days we have so few of.
This scent is that smell, that entire day, in a bottle.
It is an oceanic, lightly creamy blast of salt, wind, and waves. The composition becomes (nearly) perfectly balanced after you let it sit for a moment or 10. There can be some initial sweetness, which had me fearful it would be too feminine leaning (despite the reasonably unisex chart). Still, it sparkles away quickly, leaving an amazingly wearable "sunlight zone" ocean profile.
The dry-down is linear (read: nothing out-of-the-ordinary) and proceeds as the opening hour would lead you to expect. After about 4-5 hours (on my skin), you must bury your nose to get anything other than "faint citrus." Clothing lasts longer, with it still being sniffable the following day on my t-shirt.
Sillage was actually a big disappointment, with about a 1 foot for the first hour and less than six inches after that. Even wafting it off my arm after 2 hours, I had to breathe really deep to get anything substantial.
Note: this is the case for me with the majority of Creed frags I've tried (Aventus, Erolfa, Original Vetiver, Silver Mountain Water), so I think it's a skin chemistry thing with them and me.
Overall: Summer day on the ocean trapped in a bottle, possibly too unisex for the beard and axe crowd. It would be well received in all but the coldest months and most formal occasions. If someone got mad at you for this in the office, your office sucks and you need to get a new place of employment.
Closest Relative I can think of:
Squid (Zoologist) - a deep ocean sibling
Millisime Imperial (US Spelling) [MI]
Written:
2023/04
Batch: Unavailable, but presumably post-2020.
Decant / Bottle: Decant
Source: Reddit, 2023.
This is a 'first impression' review, where I have only tested the scent in a limited variety of conditions (like on my wrist, on a Sunday, watching Ash vs Evil Dead on my couch while I smoke weed). I'll update as I can, which likely won't be as often as I want.
It's (very) early January 1994.
In Northern Illinois, where I lived, it's cold and snowy; the post-New Year's motivational ice is just starting to break up as parents make it back to work, children back to standing in slushy puddles full of road salt and waiting for the big yellow bus to chug its way to you in the wee hours of the morning. Usually, I'd be among that throng, standing with my JanSport bag slung over my shoulder - poof ball hat set unironically on my head - and a steely glint in my eye where I wasn't going to be angry about my crap presents as a teen in the angsty 90s.
Not this year.
In 1994 I was part of a group of "Explorers" (an offshoot of the Boy Scouts of America) from my local chapter that got to go to Florida for 2 weeks, live in a preserve and go scuba diving every day.
I had never been to the ocean, hell - never seen anything larger than the "Rock River" (look it up). I had never smelled, with any sort of lasting memory, the true weight of a large body of water.
On an early morning, on a beautiful day in January, I was sitting on a 30-foot diving boat somewhere in the "mid shallows' off Key West. I had an orange slice in my hand and the salt from the sea was all over me. It was soaked into my wetsuit and dripping off my hair. It was smashed into my nostrils, all the way back into my sinuses, from a failed mask cleaning.
The salt in my nose, the juice from the orange, the smell in the air from the weight of the ocean itself, and the sunlight dancing in the droplets all mingled together and created a memory that I hold incredibly dear. It's one of those perfect days we have so few of.
This scent is that smell, that entire day, in a bottle.
It is an oceanic, lightly creamy blast of salt, wind, and waves. The composition becomes (nearly) perfectly balanced after you let it sit for a moment or 10. There can be some initial sweetness, which had me fearful it would be too feminine leaning (despite the reasonably unisex chart). Still, it sparkles away quickly, leaving an amazingly wearable "sunlight zone" ocean profile.
The dry-down is linear (read: nothing out-of-the-ordinary) and proceeds as the opening hour would lead you to expect. After about 4-5 hours (on my skin), you must bury your nose to get anything other than "faint citrus." Clothing lasts longer, with it still being sniffable the following day on my t-shirt.
Sillage was actually a big disappointment, with about a 1 foot for the first hour and less than six inches after that. Even wafting it off my arm after 2 hours, I had to breathe really deep to get anything substantial.
Note: this is the case for me with the majority of Creed frags I've tried (Aventus, Erolfa, Original Vetiver, Silver Mountain Water), so I think it's a skin chemistry thing with them and me.
Overall: Summer day on the ocean trapped in a bottle, possibly too unisex for the beard and axe crowd. It would be well received in all but the coldest months and most formal occasions. If someone got mad at you for this in the office, your office sucks and you need to get a new place of employment.
Closest Relative I can think of:
Squid (Zoologist) - a deep ocean sibling
