Very sharp floral opening that fades quickly to a modern light musk. This isn't what I think of or even remotely reference when it comes to a musk fragrance. Nothing animalistic in this at all. Almost smells like soap and has a feminine powder tone. I like the overall composition and wouldn't mind this on a young lady, but not anything I would wear. Lasts forever. Neutral for me.
Could this be a transgender Polo Green?
The opening is a strong one, and very sharp, almost worrisome, really. But a few minutes' wear smoothes this out into a bitter, green-tinged patchouli-vetiver with a lovely dose of nutmeg. My Lady hates overly green frags, so I don't see myself sporting this scent too often, but I would recommend it for green-woody fans, especially anyone looking for an update to the big 70's style.
3 stages? NYM seems linear to me. A huge blast of green, florals, spices, musk and an unidentifiable sweetish wood and that's it -- for ever it seems. No performance issues at all.
So, pretty unexciting? Well, no as I find the fragrance as a whole to be very beautiful.
The price for 50ml is crazy though.
It opens with a fresh-fruity note that soon metamorphoses into a flowery drydown, but there is a slightly edgy musky undertone throughout. This white musk note is light, fairly soft and discrete, more a condiment than a centerpiece. Wood, a mild patchouli and a whiff of vetiver-freshness round it off. Without being of greatness or uniqueness, it is solid autumn scent but a tad lacking interesting development on my skin. Good silage and projection with four hours of longevity. Good to try for those who like their musk mild and as a faint background only
a day in the life
Wonderful start! New York Musc opens smelling like you would imagine a dry cleaned cactus. Prickly, and dry, giving a tactile impression like the tacky feel of drying varnish. It has a beautifully constructed synthetic musk; not cuddly, not sweet, but also not like detergent. It feels deliberate and even insubordinate. This isn’t your mama’s musk. It's got that New York nonchalant fuck-you tone.
But then there's a strange, slow turning-of-the-screw progression away from dry-cleaner into a juicy-fruit gum, exceedingly sweet, soft musk. During these trapped-in-Jello middle notes, I feel like I'm wearing an hours-long bellyflop.
The third act, in what feels like a minor triumph simply because it's rising from the fruit (cocktail) cellar, New York Musk ends on a nondescript patchouli musk tone. Unfortunately, and this is an intrinsic problem to a musk that you don’t like, the ending feels like an olfactory, nightmarish version of the ending of the Beetles song, "A Day in the Life". There’s no deliberate ending. Eventually you just pick up your head and think, thank god, it’s over.
from scent hurdle.com