I also don't really understand the vicious loathing that Kouros can inspire; reading the BN reviews you'd think YSL literally bottled up a combo of feces, urine and semen and called it a perfume. There is something vaguely animalic and slightly lived-in about its heart notes, like unwashed bedsheets or fresh sweat, and the infamous "urinal cake" accord, that camphoraceous/antiseptic thing, is definitely present but it doesn't last for long. Mostly it strikes me as a sweet, creamy, spicy, and ultimately "fresh" fougere with the tenacity and depth of a good oriental. The way it straddles the line between clean and dirty, sanitary and unkempt, is what makes it fascinating to me, and like a lot of classic fougeres, it needs to be worn and allowed to wrap you in its aura rather than sniffed on your wrist or on a smelling strip. At first I wasn't sure what to think of it, but each time I wear it I notice different aspects of its personality and structure that weren't apparent before, and the longer it sits on skin the better (and sexier) it smells. A grossly underrated scent, in my opinion, with a profile and structure that put it in a class by itself - it smells like no other fragrance out there. Its animalic quality must be just too much for some people to take.