Creed Original Vetiver
Euch, euch, EUCH. Everything I hate about mens' fragrances, all rolled into one tidy green-gradiented package. To me it said fougere, or rather screamed it constantly while trying to prise the lid off my skull with a rusty knife. Washed it off. I tried it in the attempt to find out what vetiver actually smells of, but I'm inclined to think it may not have been a good example fragrance for that. Ah well; chalk this one up to an educational failed experiment...
I absolutely must retest this when it isn't so absurdly hot. We're mid-heatwave here at the moment, and after a horrendous morning runing errands in the centre of town I've given up and declared chav mode - around the house at least, it's shirt or trousers but not both until the weather breaks.
The reason I want to retest this fragrance is the first twenty minutes. It's delicious. I'm not a highly-trained nose, I can't pick out notes and tell you what it smells of, but I can tell you
This scent was a Yule 2008 limited edition and gets its inspiration, as well as its redolent moniker, from a poem by Shelley:
Senseless is the breast and cold
Which relenting love would fold;
Bloodless are the veins and chill
Which the pulse of pain did fill;
Every little living nerve
That from bitter words did swerve
Round the tortur'd lips and brow,
Are like sapless leaflets now
Frozen upon December's bough.
Earth Phoenix is one of BPAL's sixth anniversary range of phoenix-themed scents; I have another of them, Water Phoenix, which I'll also be reviewing on here soon. You're probably getting the idea by now that I had rather a phase of being a limited edition hunter with BPAL- for several years running I used to blow every penny of my Christmas money on a ridiculously large order with them (this was before US customs cracked down on marking items as gifts as a dodge to reduce recipients' customs charges,
Homme Libre (only sniffed on paper, may retest on skin): A very polite sort of freedom. As one reviewer on the fragrance page suggested it's a holiday fragrance; no passionate emancipation here, just a nice week off from your smart-shirt job "dine in tine". Not by any means unpleasant but reads as very safe to me.
(But then so do about 90% of mainstream mens' fragrances, really; this is the same problem I have with designer clothes, it's about branding. I'm not Yves Saint