I know this is intended for women but I was curious if any male BN'rs wear it. I accidentally ordered a sample while looking for the men's frag and I am loving every second of this jungle monstrosity.
It's best described as a thundering herd's stomp of clove and cinnamon through puddles of vanilla that has gathered in wet, dark soil amid black licorice breezes.
Frag-wise this reminds me FM's Epices Noir, the opening of Musc Ravageur and Jaipur pour Homme, blended into a smooth vanilla cream. . .with a splash of Lolita Lempicka for the black licorice (anise) accent.
I hadn't even reached my desk at the office today when two ladies (none whom i know) asked me what i was wearing. One of them admitted she'd followed me from the hallway into the cafeteria. She asked me to email her the name and designer.
This is probably not as naturally smooth as the Malles or Jaipur. Like real elephants, it is somewhat wild, but is "domesticated" like a pet elephant. . .just don't underestimate it, son. It could break free like Peanut the Elephant did in Florida many years ago and trample your ass into nonexistence.
Embrace the funk of the trunk. Respect the musk of the tusk.
It's best described as a thundering herd's stomp of clove and cinnamon through puddles of vanilla that has gathered in wet, dark soil amid black licorice breezes.
Frag-wise this reminds me FM's Epices Noir, the opening of Musc Ravageur and Jaipur pour Homme, blended into a smooth vanilla cream. . .with a splash of Lolita Lempicka for the black licorice (anise) accent.
I hadn't even reached my desk at the office today when two ladies (none whom i know) asked me what i was wearing. One of them admitted she'd followed me from the hallway into the cafeteria. She asked me to email her the name and designer.
This is probably not as naturally smooth as the Malles or Jaipur. Like real elephants, it is somewhat wild, but is "domesticated" like a pet elephant. . .just don't underestimate it, son. It could break free like Peanut the Elephant did in Florida many years ago and trample your ass into nonexistence.
Embrace the funk of the trunk. Respect the musk of the tusk.











