Fragrance Reviews by Cedarmoth

A very sexy monk eats a clementine in the forest.

Grace Kelly's handbag stuffed with Robert Mitchum's jockstrap. Pretty-dirty.

The chaste and drunken sister to Sable by Goutal, Chergui is a spice cake floating on a cloud of sherry-soaked cotton candy, Chergui starts off Christian and ends up Pagan.

An old shoe grinding a baby aspirin into a gravel road.

The only scent I associate with my father. He died bowling.

Smells like the neatly folded costume of a retired clown in an old alligator suitcase.

Could trigger flashbacks to alter boy trauma, but if you liked church, you'll love Passage to Hell.

Roasted red peppers marinating in Indian spices at the bottom of a leather satchel abandoned in a church. Ugly-sexy.

Smells like sex between a vampire and somebody's grandmother. In a crypt. Totally intoxicating.

Initially very interesting. Fruity and herbal top notes were compelling. Drydown was disappointing--too much cassis? What is that sharp, fruity note that radiates like poison darts from any woman who wears Allure?