Night

Brace yourself for THIS one, kids. Akro NIGHT, one of the new scents created by the famous Cresp family of perfumers as part of a sextet of olfactory "vices", just might be the naughtiest perfume of which I am aware. In unambiguous erotic suggestiveness, it is right up there with Rochas FEMME, Papillon Artisan SALOME, Alexander McQueen KINGDOM, and the original pink-bomb flacon of AGENT PROVOCATEUR. What NIGHT is emulating, there can be no question, and it makes no attempt to apologize for, camouflage or downplay the carnality. Yet oddly, one cannot call it "raunchy" or "vulgar"... because it's blended so wittily, so charmingly, so perfectly. Opening spritz reveals, after the scintillating alcohol/aldehydes, an accord of cumin, fruity violet (?) and a sweetish kiss of honey and a vanillic marshmallow, the sum total of which smells like, yes, "olor feminis" in fullest heat, replete with a urinaceous tinge and hint of mothball-y oldschool indoles. There is a deeper note, oily and dirty, that smells like masculine hair that hasn't been shampooed in weeks; yet I don't think it's costus... it must be some amazing new aromachemical. With time, a beautiful, winsome, oldschool romantic Victorian rose bouquet-- I picture the buds pale coral pink--- rises up, waxen, soapy and candle-like, to embrace the sweaty animalic accord. And there you have it-- a fascinating push/pull between the virginal honeyed-rose soap... and the quasi-gynecological accord, which never resolves even into farthest drydown. Some hours later, there is a very subtle oud quality remaining (though this scent is not "about" oud at all). NIGHT is immensely chic, up to-the-minute hip... yet it curiously smells like something from the Rococo 1700's... Like you would expect Marie Antoinette's panties to smell after a candlelit ball at Versailles. But a "New Wave Versailles", like in the Kirsten Dunst movie. Flawlessly blended, NIGHT may be the ultimate boudoir scent... In a disco, nightclub or bar it would be galvanizing as well. Probably not for church, temple, office or the PTA. It leans femme, of course, but I suspect some dandified Casanovas will be able to rawk it as well. (I sure plan to). NIGHT is compactly composed in a very modern fashion, almost to the point of having a "Pop Art", doll-like duotone effect; it smells pink-and-light brown. Think: a 1960's Mel Ramos painting. Or picture a pretty little white cake... with a ring of pink sugar rosebuds and a design of buttercream vulva on top. It doesn't, shall we say, "sprawl". It makes its unequivocal statement, its plea... for which there can only be one answer: utter surrender. Where SALOME is blunt and down-to-earth, almost headshoppy, NIGHT is witty, midrange-y and urbane. I shall be so anxious to get other reviewers' readings on this amazing, insolent scent. Am I the only one entranced by it? Get your sample over at LUCKYSCENT.com.

This is the best one of the collection, an absolute dirt box of a scent. It's clean meets dirty in the most balanced way. I think it's very clever and I don't recall smelling a rose like this?? First of all it opens up and you're like 'okay, they needed to do some more conventional stuff and this is the "rose one" right?' It's a modern, airy rose and it's very nice, immediately sweet but not trying too hard. Then you get this wack of BO and then the interplay between them. It's not straight cumin or musk or some crappy clumsy civet replacer, it's like an air of mild BO, and it feels human, it dances around with the rose in a very specific way. There's a sheerness, there's a lightness to it and that's how it gets away with what it's doing here, spicing a rose to within an inch of it's life, but doing it with a certain elegance and lightness of touch. I was reminded of that bulls blood one from Imaginary authors which is creatively a superb perfume but one I couldn't wear, ever! That is rose and shit though, as apposed to this which is rose and sweat. That's kind of relentless and dense and this is translucent. I like it a lot but it would be a novelty in my collection due to the fact I'd be reluctant to wear it in polite company, as your friends might think you've not had a wash. We all say 'I wear perfume for me' and while that is true, I also care what others think, I do, can't help it. There's something so modern about Night, with it's stark contrasts and strange simplicity. I've gotta be honest I think it's absolutely brilliant.

Oh yeah, of course I love this. That makes sense. I knew I needed to smell it after seeing the level of revulsion it's inspired, so I ordered a sample, put it on this afternoon, and now I'm sat here a few hours later, lightly irritated because I have no choice but to order a bottle now. For what it's worth, I get absolutely nothing unclean or BO-like from this. Maybe a suggestion of sex, but mostly on a conceptual level. Rose is far and away the most dominant note for me, though it's a thoroughly deviant take on rose, miles away from the stuffy florals most of us are used to. Think of of a lush, overgrown wild rosebush, with buds so bright they nearly burn a spot in your vision on a particularly sunny day. Now imagine those same roses rotting in the summer heat, petals reduced to a goopy film sagging from their stems. That's the rose I get from this. It's something inordinately beautiful, taken too far and turned sour. There's a body and earthiness (this is the cumin, I'm guessing) to it that brings out a disarming, crude quality to the rose. It reminds us of the distance between the pristine, idealized version of a thing and the messy, intoxicating reality of it. It's a shame the usage scenarios for this are so limited (basically the club, the bedroom, or a date that takes place almost entirely in the bedroom) because it's stunning.

My interest in this fragrance began when I read “inner thigh” in a Luckyscent description. I’m not sure that’s totally correct, but there is definitely a strong sense of 'fragrance' mixed with an amorous personal funk, and I adore it. The opening and early dry down are indeed cumin heavy, maybe the heaviest I’ve encountered, but the sense leans corporeal not culinary. I don’t understand why, but the effect both is and is not like BO. Perhaps that is because there is so much else happening. It reminds me of being in my early 20s, how I would smell my girlfriend’s shirts when she was away. It wasn’t gross; it was lovely and exciting and enthralling, and was the first time I associated that particular kind of scent with affection and desire. To me Night inhabits a territory shared with Rose 31 and Absolue Pour le Soir, although Night’s cumin load is much higher, at least initially, than in Rose 31, and it doesn’t have the honeyed sweetness of Absolue Pour le Soir. I was also immediately reminded of the strain of cumin I used to blush at in Malle’s Un Fleur de Cassie circa 2013. The longevity of Night is staggering, and the scent is an absolute dream as it lingers the next day. The cumin never really leaves, and if you do not enjoy that note, I suppose you will hate this.

hello i had my bottle 100ml from fenwick glasgow i really loved because i appreciate the scents that represent our skin natural smell especially the attractive one, the scent is not a new for me because i had alot of the same line, so if you really like the coming perfumes then you should oreder this one blindly: 1- scent by theo fennell 2- muscs koublaï khän 3- kheils original musk 4- l’animal sauvage of marlou 5- femme de rochas 6- gianiversace 7- Aphrodisiaque Agent Provocateur 8- valentino noir musk essence . what i like in this perfume is that mr cresp unleashed his real passionate without any pressure of any company, i adore the cumin in the beginning it’s warming this delicious soup and after that a long song starts with many kinds of musk from strong one to soft during the day, omg this is real skin scent, people will say (i like your smell not i like your perfume) they will never thought that this is a perfume, a cream or lotion feels like, so innocent and attractive in the same time, the dirty soft beast, if you wear it you will busy with yourself loving yourself, you don’t need anyone to hang out with. don’t worry my dear of that cumin, you are not dirty you are so clean, clear and and innocent.