Really not a fan of this. The opening made me wince, although eventually it settles down in to something more manageable. Great projection and longevity though.
Nothing filthy to this, despite various reviews--either that or my skin just east skanky notes. It's a very good sweet musk scent with floral notes in it. It isn't as dark as SL's MKK, and it certainly doesn't have the skank level of vintage Bal a Versailles parfum. I could wear this anywhere.
I went to Barneys to get a sample of this. I heard so many good things that I had to try it. On first spray I was sure they gave me the wrong one.
It's not traditional (which I like), but it's just very "old lady-ish". Not in a sweet flowery way, more in a musty unsettling way.
Every month or so I try it again, and I have started to find it a little less offensive every time, however it remains something that I do not want to smell like.
This fragrance sneaks right into your underpants and leaves you feeling slightly dirty...and smug about it. Take Satan's gym shorts, and Mick Jagger's sheets. Add a night in a smoky bar in a distant city, some dark red lipstick, and a cab back to your hotel in last nights cocktail dress. It's bad news all the way to it's core...and there is no way to resist it. After two hours, it's a skin scent...but you catch a whiff, and you'll remember last night's heathen mischief with that bad, bad man.
I remember it bringing me back to 18th century France that was covered by smell so bad that modern society can't even imagine it.
The city that smelled worst was Paris, the capital. The streets smelled of garbage, yards of fresh urine, staircases of rat poo, kitchens of sheep fat, bedrooms of greasy sheets, fireplaces of sulfur and stale blood. People smelled like their clothes was never washed, their teeth and mouth like they were rotten, their bodies smelled of old cheese, sour milk and diseased glands. Everything stank, rivers, city squares, and the worst smell was under the bridges and inside the castles. Everyone in the nobility stank, and even the king smelled like a bird of pray and the queen like an old goat, the smell that stayed the same during the summers and the winters.
350 km from Paris, in the city of Cherbourg, a baby was born. A baby that was said to had been obsessed, because it didn't stink of horse dung, old apples and onions. This was one smiling baby, named Maurice Roucel.
His birth brought the change in history of France and made Paris, once one of the stinkiest cities in the world, the center of fragrant art. This city now hosts the Frederic Malle perfume house, with the crown that says - Musc Ravageur.
Inspiration... Perfume, the story of a murderer.