Everyone raves about Chanel Sycomore. It's the PULP FICTION of fragrances. It's the penultimate vetiver, they say. .
How lucky I was to get a sample, then.
I knew exactly what to expect having tried Diptyque Vetiverio, Jo Malone Vetiver, Guerlain Vetiver, Atelier Vetiver Fatal, Tom Ford Grey Vetiver, Goutal Vetiver, and Creed Original Vetiver.
As I said, I knew what to expect. Right? Wrong.
I smell skanky, but in a fond way. I'm transported back to my younger years when Saturdays were spent all day in bed with my girlfriend, the air redolent with intimate aromas.
Organic. That's my delicate way to describe the odd blending of ball sweat, musk, and woman's juices. But incredibly fresh ball sweat, musk and woman's juices. Sycomore is the smell of men and women commingling in passion. It's the Playboy Mansion laundry room after the Saturday night party. It's the AVN Awards in Vegas, but at the Bellagio, not Circus Circus
This is not a work scent. Unless you want to exude something not quite corporate.