Lightly floral, salty, soapy, diffusive. As non-tactile as an electric current or ozone. This is a miss.
The opening is a blast of mossy, coniferous resins and fir balsam (great rendition, it smells just like an absolute!), with a dusty, metallic camphor aftertaste. I smell quite a lot of Iso E and pine/fir needles, so overall it's a balsamic-woody scent, which ironically reminds me a bit of Marc de la Morandière's Gengis Khan, although more complex, denser, and more futuristic. There's a really beautiful nucleus with a fruity-floral note, and a general, rarified but detectable boozy note. After a while it slowly emerges a well-played herbaceous accord, quite bitter and rooty, with also some tobacco notes – humid and pungent. As in other Slumberhouse's scents, again here's a smart and bright interplay between organic, natural suggestions and synthetic, de-personalised notes, and also between black, dark sticky accords and more vivid, bright, aerial ones. There's also a constant, flawless, palpable black vein, dark and boozy, which slowly gets almost a warm, liquid terpenic smell mixed to a sweet/edible taste, and a base accord of dark, dry, rubbery woods (I guess birchwood). This scent stands quite alone in Slumberhouse's range mostly because of its progression, the other ones are quite linear, this instead has an unpredictable evolution, with this dense black heart that, say, kind of crashes against the skin and all its poisonous content slowly pouring out and contamining everything around. Now don't think it's an all-black scent, it's more like when you let some drops of black ink fall into a glass of (don't know what), and you see it "spreading" all around. Although my words may have sound enthusiastic so far, personally I do not "love" this scent, I just like it, as I personally would not wear this – no particular reason, I just do not feel it "right" on my skin, I do not get why exactly. Perhaps a tad too sticky at some points. But apart from that, it's a great concept, well-developed, perfectly consistent with Slumberhouse's poetic directions – that sort of retro-futuristic, urban decay kind of inspiration. Random artistic suggestion that came to mind for this: Justin Mortimer paintings.
Forget the listed notes.
This is all about stewed fruit. Prunes, apples, peaches.
Thought I really knew what was going on here until my wife caught a whiff.
You smell like Bourbon she declared. And not just any bourbon….Maker's Mark she specified. And dang if she wasn't spot on. If that's what you want to smell like, Sana will do the trick.
Excellent sillage and longevity.
This had great potential, but came off like rotten fruit. It smells exactly like fermented berries. Dry down is no better. Like most Slumberhouse juice, it has monster projection, unfortunately that isn't a good thing.