Myths Woman

Myths Woman is a sharp green mossy marvel of a chypre. She is a fragrant blooming bog without apologies. She is refreshing without being traditionally fresh, dainty, or light. Myths Woman is the dark green of hardy yet tender green plants awakening at the end of winter, dotted with faint white and orange spots where growing narcissus peeks through. She is heady, mysterious, divine, and sadly gone all too soon, just as the name suggests. The glorious purple bottle is a far cry from the true green color of this fragrance, so much that I wonder at the reasoning behind the decision: perhaps it is a joke? But no: although she is natural and verdant, Myths woman has a rare impossible wonder about her that makes the unnatural purple bottle of the bottle seem, somehow, right at home. This fragrance makes me think of a particular time in nature: the days between the end of winter and the beginning of spring, when the ground has begun to thaw, the early plants are blooming, and the animals have just started waking up. This is not a sunny spring day full of flowers and birdsong: this is a day with a chill and maybe a tiny bit of residual snow on the ground, but the sun is shining all the way through the trees onto the dappled forest floor, and the narcissus flowers and crocuses are starting to bloom. (There is no scent of crocus here, but perhaps their association with narcissus as early spring flowers inspired the purple bottle.) Immediately out of the vial, Myths Woman is astringent, sharp, and green like something crushed -- a handful of herbs or grass clippings, perhaps, pressed underfoot. There's a smell in here that is exactly like one of the rooms at Phipps Conservatory and Botanical Gardens in Pittsburgh- not like most of the conservatory, with fresh, humid, warm, green and floral smells, but a particular room with a slightly drier, more bitter green aroma. I currently can't place which room it is for the life of me, but when I do it may give me more context for what plants I might be smelling. Perhaps I'm simply reminded of the smell of the annual winter flower show, featuring flowers such as amaryllis and narcissus that bloom in the cold, and thrive in the humid, controlled environment of a conservatory. I get whiffs of something like valerian in here: warm, green, dense, a herb beloved by cats (much like catnip, but more common in Europe) for its aroma, which reminds them of the various pheromone smells of other cats. This is likely the urinaceous "pissy" note others are smelling here. I'm reading it as valerian: herbal in a strong, unapologetic way, almost folk-medicinal, a tincture you take to sleep and calm the nerves, not necessarily for its flavor. It's only particularly noticeable to me in the first few minutes, before it fades back into the animalic herbal melange. There's a dimension to the background of Myths Woman that is almost manure-like. I believe this is a trick of the combination of that urinaceous valerian with a heavy, dark oakmoss and the heady animalic qualities of narcissus, with its slightly fecal indoles and hint of hay. I can't point to anything in particular at this stage that is definitely leather, but perhaps that adds another animal dimension to this wild scent. I don't dislike it: it makes me think of gardens and of hard work, of resting by barns and pots of white spring flowers. I can definitely smell plenty of narcissus here, and it's glorious. Slightly earthy, animalic like a barn of feces and hay, but a glowing, honeyed, just-slightly sweet accord is in here as well, heady and opulent. The contrast in this note is simply divine. I asked two friends who both grew up Catholic what they smell in the opening, and both of them happened to say "church." This isn't at all church-like in any woody way, so I think what they're smelling here is perhaps the chrysanthemum, reminding them of chrysanthemum bouquets at ceremonies, weddings and funerals. I myself don't have this church association, but someone who grew up regularly attending around such bouquets very well might. There's a hint of slightly floral spiciness that doesn't quite belong in a narcissus that I recognize as carnation, but it's subtle and doesn't overwhelm the scent with fresh spice, instead accentuating the fresh crushed green facet of the fragrance with its edge. Something ocean-fresh and salty is in here too, perhaps ambergris, adding a faint whiff of fresh air to keep things from getting too stuffy, while also enhancing the animalic accords with its warmth. So what are the actual greens being crushed softly underfoot in this room? That hint of valerian, particularly noticeable in the first few minutes, whispers faintly in the background. I'll believe that there are violet leaves in here, although they don't present at all ozonic or cucumber-like on me, thank goodness. Certainly, some sort of fresh, crisp, astringent green leaf makes up the heart of this crushed pile, particularly in the delightfully sharp herbal opening. Perhaps there is some faint patchouli here, not as herbal as the other greens nor as dark as the oakmoss, creating a bridge to blend the various greenery together. Chrysanthemum lends a musty, herbal green scent with a fresh and spicy edge. The floral spice of a carnation is vaguely detectable. A rich, bitter oakmoss is present; it blends with the heady sweetness of the narcissus, creating a rich bittersweet texture, the way that fine dark chocolate is dark and bitter while hiding a wild, deep sweetness underneath. The heady floral narcissus and the animalic notes soar over the greenery, creating an atmosphere of warmth just starting to seep through cold, with new floral growth and animal scurrying waking up the cool herbal mossy forest floor after the winter. Through its fairly linear life cycle, Myths Woman often reminds me of a more sharp-crushed-green Paloma by Paloma Picasso (without the aldehydes and roses). The animalic facets are even more prominent here, as are the green and mossy ones. These were always my favorite parts of Paloma, so I am delighted. At the same time, while Paloma is delicately balanced in a way that presents wild feral-yet-glamorous femininity, Myths Woman leans decidedly towards the feral, with no rose-aldehyde-carnation soap softening this to the palates of traditional floral lovers. No, Myths Woman is a glorious animalic green chypre first and a floral scent second, with the heady narcissus serving the image of animals scampering among crushed greens in a bog in the last days of winter. There are many people who find Paloma's polite-rose-meets-wild-animal sensuality sexy, myself included, but I expect Myths Woman may scare off anyone for whom the traditional, polite, soapy floral side of that scent is something essential. Myths Woman is Paloma undressed, with her hair shaken out of its perfect blowout and her vampy red dress and smart heels left at the door. She is picking narcissus flowers in the forest in her pale, translucent nightclothes, breathing in the cool air and listening to the scurrying and mating of small mammals. She crushes fresh green herbs underfoot, and hears the delicate, sharp inhale of some small creature in response. There is purity in the sight of her, this nymph-like woman on white, surrounded by flowers and greens, but inside she is human, curious, and fundamentally of the earth, reveling in the dirtiness around and within her. She is, indeed, a woman of Myth, as such wild, untamed sensuality in connection with nature is rarely ever seen around us today, and is left to us only in the stories, myths, and fairytales we have been telling for all of time. Cold weather really brings out the extremely animalic, heady floral sweetness in this, a touch spicy in the way that flowers are, prickly and heady and sweet like wildflower honey. The animalic qualities of this floral really are delicious and astounding. I've never seen anything quite like it. The green spice of the carnation is quite prominent in the cold, building up that accord of floral spice and faint yet heady sweetness. Indoors, at room temperature, the herbal, green, and mossy notes are much more notable. These need a bit of warmth to truly activate the aura of a bog in early spring, with sunshine creeping through the narcissus clusters to reach the mossy forest floor. I adore Myths Woman. My only complaint is that, like a true mythical being, she is ephemeral, disappearing without a trace after about four to five hours of a lovely linear scent. Altogether, she is faint in her sharp greenness, and you are unlikely to project her very far off of your body unless you are far luckier than I. Nonetheless, she is stunning. I'll wear her in the winter in hope of early spring, and in warmer months as a refreshing memory.

First off I have myths man, I absolutely love it, one of my favorite perfumes. I got a 2ml sample of myths woman from surrender to chance, very happy with their samples. I just wore this, had it on about 5 hours, wore it to the gym, still slightly present on my clothes (15+ sprays) and I now just resprayed it on my hand. So myths woman opened up with a burst of floral notes and I immediately thought oh no this is going to be difficult to wear, seems like it's leaning towards the feminine side. But... The florals calm down within 30 minutes, and the other notes start showing up. About the floral notes in this, the chrysanthemum is not prominent, I Know because the only floral note in myths man is chrysanthemum and it smells amazing and it's quite distinct. In myths woman I feel like I'm smelling more of a bouquet of natural flowers in a garden outdoors, not in a vase. I detected a slight powdery note also in the opening most likely from the violet leaf, but I'm so glad this didn't go in a powdery direction. It becomes more earthy and slightly damp like a morning after the rain and it's slightly still humid and all the plants have dew on them. I get the ambergris in the mids, i think it's adding a bit of a sour earthy soil accord in combination with the patchouli, it's a subtle animalic note. I really love this little hint of ambergris lying under the florals, I think it really ties things together in this fragrance. I don't get leather, but the moss is definitely here and gives it that natural outdoors, wet, herbal, plant feeling. This fragrance brings me to a real environment. A feeling of being outdoors. This fragrance reminds me of times when I was a kid my mother would always take my sister and I on "nature walks", through trails and through nature. As kids and even when I got older she would always have me come out to her garden in our backyard to look at something or smell something. She did not have a picturesque garden. In my mother's garden, she allowed anything and everything to grow, wild flowers, herbs, even weeds. It looked like a mess, a jungle, in fact over the years it became almost hard to distinguish what actually was a garden and what was our backyard. But she knew where everything was and what it was, where she planted it. This fragrance reminds me of those natural smells of nature. A real garden. This is quite unique, at first it seemed like a simple floral female fragrance, but it's actually quite complex. In the last 5 hours this has really grown on me. It doesn't feel like you are wearing a fragrance. I don't think this is one you might want to wear to "smell nice". Not that it doesn't smell nice, it smells like an actual atmosphere. I think for most people, particularly those who like fragrances composed like works of art, you will want to wear this alone to really enjoy it as just that, a work of art. That being said, would I want to buy this and bravely wear it to the gym again.. Yes I would want to buy this but no, personally I would have a hard time wearing this in most places so I would want this one just to smell when alone. Myths man for ME, is much more wearable. It is definitely also a work of art, a masterpiece I would say, but it has more masculine qualities to it that I feel more comfortable wearing in social settings. So overall first impressions, I like myths woman a lot, I would like to have this one in my collection just to smell for myself. Edit: Bought a bottle of it, love it, and despite previously feeling like I would only wear this alone, I've enjoyed wearing this to work and out and about, it's just beautiful, mossy, earthy, herbal flower garden.

To truly wear this fragrance, one must embrace a profound confidence, especially during its mesmerizing opening. Envision an aging but celebrated Chinese opera performer in her final, dazzling moment on stage: her lips a vivid cinnabar red, her eyes accentuated with dramatic slanted eyeliner, her face a canvas of powder-white perfection, crowned with a golden dragon hairpin. She glides gracefully in flowing silk robes exquisitely adorned with peony and lotus patterns, her presence bathed in the warm glow of red lanterns shrouded in opium smoke. As the curtain rises, she stands poised to deliver her final, unforgettable performance, a poignant farewell before retreating into the quiet embrace of obscurity. Frail and past her prime, yet fully aware that this performance could be her absolute last, she chooses to seize this fleeting moment and revel in the intoxicating applause one final time, risking her health and life in the process, rather than to live quietly without ever again experiencing such a profound thrill... One last final time. Amouage Myths Woman embodies the essence of nostalgia and melancholia, marking the end of an era with a breathtaking pirouette into the sunset. I believe Christopher Chong created this one as a homage/tribute to his Chinese Heritage/Myths connection. Myths Woman is, in my opinion, one of Amouage’s most underrated and underappreciated creations. Despite some negative reviews, which I respect as a matter of personal taste, I find this fragrance to be a gem. It is not designed for the casual admirer seeking mere compliments, but rather for connoisseurs who cherish vintage-style perfumery as an art form. From my perspective, Myths Woman presents one of the most elegant and unique bitter green floral openings I’ve ever encountered. It evokes elements and facets of legendary green-floral perfumes from the past, such as Estée Lauder’s Private Collection, Chanel No. 19, Guerlain’s Vol de Nuit, Piguet’s Bandit, and Dioressence, among others. The opening is rich with depth and dampness, showcasing a captivating blend of textures and layers. It unfolds with a dark green hue, interspersed with hints of glowing dark purple and lighter green emerging from beneath the surface. This opening is my absolute favorite, and among the most remarkable I’ve ever experienced across all fragrances. Although it fades after about an hour on the skin, it lingers much longer on clothing, allowing the exquisite opening to persist. If you share my appreciation for this stage of the fragrance, I recommend applying it to both skin and clothing to extend the experience. The Narcissus note, one of the finest I’ve ever encountered, reaches its zenith during this initial stage. I adore how the indolic notes are portrayed, never veering into the "mothball" territory I dislike (think Cocaine by Franck Boclet), but rather presenting a "sour breath" or "cat litter" type of indole that I find strangely addictive, especially in combination with exquisite florals and bitter green notes. The dry down evolves into a clean, soapy, green, mossy, and grassy scent. While it’s less mysterious and adrenaline-rushing than the opening, it persists for a long time without ever being overpowering, offering a subtle, quiet luxury once the initial phase has passed.

It is strange indeed when you let go of something and you feel the stinging urge to get it back any which way. It doesn't happen often to me but it did with this. I blind bought a bottle and put it on... Narcissus and violet with a musky undertone, reminiscent of fresh cut stems in the dry down and that's about it... Didn't think much of it and I sold my bottle but a week down the line the memory of it irked me so much that I didn't find peace until I got another bottle. So onto what I get from this bottle; an indolic barnyard kind of Narcissus which stays for a few hours. I suspect this barnyard aspect would be more prominent in the winter months. I am not getting much violet in this but I think it mingles with the musky tones in the later stages alongside a smoky Chrysanthemum (since everyone says it is smoky so I think this is what lends the smoky nuances). I can't for the life of me describe this one and that's what usually happens when I like something so much. I started wearing it in Spring and now it is Summer and it has been performing well enough from morning into the evening without me having to reapply. I would say if it projected more than an arm's length then it wouldn't be as scintillating to me. It doesn't fill a room and it's not as such closer to the skin either. I think it has the ability to turn people on in close quarters as I have experienced with its semi dirty allure (smokiness?) but it doesn't have any seductive qualities/notes so maybe this contradictory concoction is the 'Myth'? It is indeed, ha ha! I wore it on a very hot day and discovered a different facet to it in the heat and sweat where I feel the notes really opened and came to life. In the dry down I do feel a green leathery chypre vibe ala Bandit albeit a very faint one and the similarity is just in passing. This to me is like 'Sunshine' in a bottle and I sense yellow in the beginning stages. The purple colour denotes the dry down stages perfectly but it would have been better in the Myths Man bottle or a smoky grey/purple kind of colour which is my only gripe with this offering but by no means a deal breaker! Myths is a great release from Amouage and I applaud them for their creativity. I wish it wasn't marketed at women because I think this is quite a sexless and an oddly sexy fragrance, whatever sexy and sexless is. I would not hesitate to jump at the chance of having another bottle of this because it is something I am wearing a lot. It is different, it is unique so to speak and not for everyone. A big LOVE from me :D

Aaah Mohd .........hold your horses.....patience.. First time I smelled it last winter it repulsed me.....and now I'm 'gone'. Complete total topsyturny, ddont remember WHAT irritated me then. It's GOOD. Light. Ladylike. Modern chypre like. Flowers. But redeemed. NO traces of oudh , incense, ambers and heavy resins , which defines so many classics of this house, at least as 'ultimate trace' ( like Guerlain's utimate 'trace'is the powdery caracter of the very last basic notes). So I conclude that in this weather ( warm ! 26 celcius) and mood ( light, gazelle- light) .........it's just a very nice , classic, but with a tiny bitsy accent of NEW, feminine ( yes , I have my moods LOL ) ..and I cant stand Journey anymore ( was a love, can u believe? blame the osmanthus ..) nor Gold ( samples, but : scrubber, kitsch powder/facial cream, no breath ) andd if Epic or Interlude or Memoir ( all woman) are NOT my mood ( like now ) .I can only say : I'm wearing it, as the only Amouage female that I can handle NOW ( Lyric has always been too 'classic' and too 'rose' for me )in these specific weather and mental condditions, I pick THIS particular female , or wear my Opus7 or 9 when more 'beast'or Memoir-MAN when more 'fougere legere '.so there must be something good and effective in this scent, not FLABBERGASTING, DRUNKEN MAKING revolutionary, but which are ??? I can say after a few years n which I have, wear and test so many different Amouages, that even those reviewed by so MANY, for so ( too) long, as the 'indegestive and/or repulsive AmouageBlack Sheeps', I mean Opus 7 and 9 , my initial loves, ....I can say that now even these two bandits have become VERY cozy to me, NORMAL, decent , functionals ( Opus7 already from start was my resistent 'at work ' day-scent in summer, now also Opus9 is 'normal daily--no- worry- about - surrounding -they -hardly smell-any ) and so it's better to aim high and fall slow and softly , then to aim low and fall quickly still hungry . What I mean , Mohd.....TIME, you just started with this house, it took me 6 months to just APPROACH Opus9 ......then I was GONE. And since then they became easy familiar classic. ( Opus 7 ....a cozy forest now, so what was all the bla bla at start about eh ....???)....... I advice Myths to ladies who love ( gentle, grassy, fieldy ) flowers, class, and the classic chypres, this one is adapted to MOW: gentle, descreet, but present for the wearer,

Myths, now discontinued along with most of the Christopher Chong collection, is a chameleon of a scent even for Amouage standards. While I haven’t been able to try it in damp cool weather yet, I have been wearing it in warmer than average days and I’m finding I enjoy its multifaceted character. Myths opens on my skin with a hay quality. A papery mimosa that reminds me instantly of a zoo. The smell of animals, manure, stables. In the most positive way, Myths starts just like I like my perfumes; bold and dirty. This opening phase is a dead ringer of a slightly lighter Une Fleur de Cassie. While I regret selling my Malle bottle, since I hardly found the occasion to use it, I’m happy to be reacquainted with that wonderful perfume even for a few minutes. Since no mimosa is listed here, I’m guessing it’s a play between the chrysanthemum and maybe the carnation. When the heart starts to shine, Myths moves to chypre territory. The galbanum, which usually is the star when featured, here is more discreet. Along the carnation, undeclared floral notes (rose and jasmine most surely, also maybe mimosa) and some vetiver and oakmoss, it slowly starts to recall big chypres of yore. The ghost of Paloma in particular is quite obvious, with a gentle honeyed sweetness that is elusive at once yet there if you close your eyes. I find it reminds me of the dry chypre variety, so along those lines, one can sense many more shadows in the background. Is that Bandit? Or Cabochard? Maybe there’s some Mystère as well, but like I said, they are shadows of the past along the leathery character of Myths. The drydown shifts once again, and a slight sweetness emerges again. My nose tells me there’s narcissus, some resins along an ambery civet, just like Romanza, which is another perfume I find traces of in Myths. Woody, slightly carnal and salty, with caressing musks. I find Myths, in simple lines, a dry spicy chypre, that mutes its notes down to sepia tones and highlights facets as time goes by. But that somber feel changes when you catch glimpses of past perfumes in this homage. Chong has a powerful vision for his creations, and among their originality there is always a tribute to the past. Myths is in my opinion the penultimate great perfume he made for Amouage before Imitation’s (woman) swan song. A solid bet for lovers of leathery, animalic chypres with a darkness in them!

I love that everyone has such strong feelings about this. After blind buying Myths Man, I bought the woman version (for me everything is unisex). I expected, and wanted, a difficult, interesting, melancholy fantasy in a bottle, something I'd not be able to stop sniffing, and I was prepared for it to be worse somehow than the Man. I got what I wanted, and am happy to say I like it more...the man version has a sort of sharp, acrid floral pungency which is gone here. I am an avid hiker, and I'm looking forward to wafting through the forest in this, literally and figuratively. It's a lot more subtle than I expected and I find it a beautiful and unique green scent. Update: I know what this reminds me of... If you enjoy the mouldy undercurrent of Coromandel, this is that, with the citrus and chocolate stripped away. It's the ghost of Coromandel wafting through the serene graveyard. Another update: I've smelled this aroma while hiking in the forest on a hot day when I had recently rained. It was so similar I almost thought someone in the group was wearing the perfume, which or course wasn't the case. Another update: Haven't touched this for months and now I've worn it to bed. This perfume is INSANE. It's so serious, so weird... When you smell a vintage chypre that's turned, this is almost like that, but not, as in it doesn't actually smell like it's off, it just has the most hardcore chypre combo I've ever smelled, eschewing anything pretty, delicate, sweet or sparkling and burrowing straight down into the dank moss and skank. To me it doesn't smell like urine, but I get why some may see it otherwise. I can't imagine ever wearing this out, and I wear some pretty crazy frags sometimes. I think my friends would probably be concerned for my sanity if I did. But I love it! Update after months of not smelling: Good golly this is a crazy perfume. It never fails to take me aback. It's like boiled spinach with the soil left in. I can't imagine ever wearing this outside but it is a truly genius, audacious scherzo of. a scent that deserves to grace the most unwearable masterpieces lists alongside Secretions Magnifiques, Sombra, etc.

I would characterized Myths Woman as a modern leather chypre with enough twists in its evolution to make it quite unique. Ms. Lorson focuses on a very masculine carnation: spicy, fiery, and quietly peppery to which she adds (and I am very curious to know the trick she used) a refreshing iciness that evokes the arctic floral blast you get upon opening a florist’s refridgerator. I can feel the carnation's petals drip with dewy wetness, while the body is ensconced amidst the leafy greenness of galbanum and violet leaf, oozing a wonderful, sappy bitterness from cuts to its stem, and growing out of wet, black soil. In a nutshell, the entire flower is in this bottle. But before getting to the carnation, to the heart of Myths, we are greeted with a peculiar chrysantemum note: ice, wet, and metallic. There is also a recreation of the liquidity, spiced sweetness, headiness, and venomous green sap of hyacinth followed by a narcissus sprinkled on top of the bouquet, smelling like dry hay, while rivulets of darkness snake through the base, feeling almost as leathery as they do mossy and earthy. And that is Lorson's ingenuity: to make the conconction all these three things together. Myths will transition in something very dark. It pivots from a dewy, chilly, spicy, green floral to a dry, smoky, and mostly leather-laced green floral. The change becomes particularly noticeably at the start of the 3rd hour when the carnation turns diffuse and sheer, a mere vapor that curls around a new core of increasingly parched leather atop a base of mossy, earthy, and leafy greenness. What fascinates me about Myths Woman is how it eventually cycles back to its opening bouquet, give or take a few nuances, during its drydown. It is again a cool, fiery carnation scent surrounded by soft green leaves, and licked with ambered warmth. Is there any benzoin to add an ambery feel? Bear in mind that the soil note is quite prominent; not as in Figment man, but it still feels earthy, damp, and faintly animalic. Follow me on IG @alexolympia6

Originally written in 08/23 AMOUAGE MYTHS Woman Nathalie Lorson (2016) I love to challenge myself and trying to find my limits with unique polarizing scents. This was my latest obsession and I think this is the one I used time the most trying to imagine the scent in my head. I managed to do it very well. In the opening this is Narcissus and Violet Leaves for a fleeting moment and after that it really is dark green scent from vet flowers (green parts) which has been in the vase for a while mixed with a scent from a wet grass wich is just cutted with a lawnmower. I was thinking that no one wants to create that kind of scent if it wouldn’t be something beautiful and I was right. That scent here is something really addictive, calming and it reminds me of a beautiful nature which has been big part of my life. It reminds me of my childhood when spending time with my grandfather on the fields and getting rid of weeds with my hands and running in the fresh grass. I don’t think this is difficult to love if you just love dark greenish scent of plants. Sniffing straight away my arm it’s exactly what I get (I mean what I described) but around me the scent is really alluring and a way more abstract, very pleasant and unique. I don’t get any leather like I’m used to. This is mossy but not a dry one. Top: Narcissus, Violet Leaves, Galbanum Heart: Carnation, Patchouli, Ambergris Accord Base: Leather, Moss, Musk Just marvelous! Thank you for reading, I hope my review was helpful. I would appreciate a lot if you want to follow me on IG and/or YouTube (English subtitles): @ninamariahperfumes It gives me a lot of motivation to write more. 🤗

Was dying to get my nose on this, after having read so many controversial and mostly negative things about it online. Moreover, I have been rocking Myths Man for the last few months, as virtually my "signature" scent, so I was keen to compare the two. Right off the bat, I will say that Myths Man is the better fragrance, in my opinion, with its bright, bold, dramatic brush-strokes. Myths Woman also conveys drama, but it is of the faded Hollywood-actress kind. Perhaps the most disappointing aspect of the fragrance is its seemingly weak strength and silage. It feels almost too soft and subtle (not what we tend to expect from Amouage). The mossy overtones dominate, and there is definitely a moldy, rotting vegetal quality to this perfume (which I admittedly find quite fascinating). Floral notes struggle to break through the old dead and rotten leaves. UPDATE: (I've got it! That's what it is! Compost. The exact smell of garden compost. A pile of grass-clippings, leaves and dead flowers composting in the sun.) Amouage have absolutely nailed the idea of a sort of haughty, faded glamour and melancholy with this perfume (it is a sad, sad fragrance - much sadder than Myths Man in my book). Where it gains points for artistic creativity, it loses them in terms of wearability and wide appeal. I can't easily imagine this fragrance appealing to a younger woman, unless she were consciously trying to evoke a persona of faded glamour and melancholy. However, I think most women want to convey a sense of ACTUAL glamour, vivacity, and life. All in all though, another fascinating and addictive piece of art by Amouage.

Myths is a green chypre, mossy and herbal with amber nuances. It is reminiscent of Estée Lauder Private Collection, one of the best green scents that is still on the market today. It is a rich, multifaceted green scent - slightly bitter, wonderfully earthy, sometimes musty and animalic during its later stages. There is a floral aspect and a slight mineral edge, as @dualoakto below says. There is no galbanum listed, which came as a surprise to me, as the slightly sweet, hazy greenness of galbanum seems to be present here. Myths opens with green notes from the beginning, with musty, herbal chrysanthemum leading the way. I get green violet leaf, adding a nice floral edge, and polleny, hay-like narcissus rounds it out nicely, adding a slightly grassiness to the green opening. There is a slight spiciness to the opening too, likely due to the carnation. As it develops, a cloud of patchouli adds earthiness, enhancing the herbal quality of this scent. A beautiful oakmoss note follows, bringing this scent to chypre territory. The amber accord doesn't emerge until later on, and it simply adds a leathery effect to the base, forming the full-bodied chypre accord. Myths remains green - mossy and earthy - until final fade. Sillage is strong and longevity is long-lasting. It is perfectly unisex, despite being presented in the Woman bottle. A really good modern green chypre, Myths is a great earthy green-leather scent. Witchy and forest-like, it is beautiful, but must be tested first, as it's not the safest green scent. Perhaps slightly too bitter for my liking, but objectively excellent. 4.5/5.

I never had attempted the Amouage woman offerings for obvious reasons but after having tried a few, I have learned that they are quite unisex like the Opuses. The opening of Myths Woman is very green, aromatic plant like. If you cut the stems, you get this smell. A few minutes later, I begin to perceive Narcissus and the fragrance gets creamy and kind of feminine. I wasn't disappointed as such but I just got busy with chores and during the course, I started getting some mossy musky whiffs which felt familiar, comfortable and good. Shifting about doing my chores, the musky tones were very much present and I did sense some very minute patchouli with something very faintly smoky. Silage I think is close to the skin but it stays there for a very long time and you can perceive whiffs of it every now and then reminding you of it's presence. It doesn't smell cheap or nasty at any point. The quality is always there and that's what I love about Amouage even though everything from this house is not to my personal taste. I think I would work very well in the spring and maybe summers too. I think men could wear this without feeling conscious because of the dry down which is decidedly masculine. I like Myths Woman and find it familiarly different if you get what I mean. I always expect smoky incense from Amouage fragrances as they used to do a few years ago but I am now approaching this house with an open mind and knowing that market trends change and they're reaching out to a wider audience to keep their company alive which is commendable.

Myths is an extremely complex perfume, with nuances that contrast in a symphony of lights and shadows. Although it is declared as a Floral-Green, absolutely beautiful, in my opinion. It reminds me a lot of the classic Chypre! The opening is explosively green, fresh, bitter and humid, reminiscent of the smell of freshly cut grass, with light woody nuances. Galbanum, violet leaves and chrysanthemum stand out strongly (intense and persistent green smells with soft spicy nuances) along with the intoxicating and slightly indolic daffodils, creating a sensation of living and vibrant nature! Transiting a path of slightly leathery amber labdanum adding depth and warmth to the fragrance. The heart is revealed by a floral bouquet of bright carnations, intertwined with woody and earthy notes of patchouli, immersed in an atmosphere of amber, warm and musky accords, evoking an aura of sensuality and mystery. As the hours go by, the perfume reaches its culmination, settling on woody and mossy notes, which accompany the animalic accords (leather and musk), imparting character and refinement to the composition, with deep and complex nuances, all beautifully conjugated and balanced. Definitely an intoxicating perfume that smells luxurious, elegant and exclusive. The substantivity on my skin is eternal, more than 12 hours. Diffusion and moderate sillage. Applause for Nathalie Lorson and Christopher Chong.

My first review after enjoying so many from this site! There is something ethereal and otherworldly about this scent and yet it is so earthy. If you love the scent of a forest walk in early autumn then you should sample this. My first impression is of a wistful green, rather than purple. I can make no connection with the purple of the bottle. Like others, I get a strong sense of forest floor here, with the scent of various stages of vegetative decomposition underlying a fresher green. Myths also reminds me of walking into a Chinese traditional medicine shop or standing at a counter full of different dried herbal tea canisters. While it is floral as well as green initially, these are flowers which are drying out, rather than full of life. Myths Woman is like no other perfume I have encountered before - it is definitely weird, in no way sexy or femme fatale, and I suspect it will actually repel rather than attract some people, which is why I thought twice about buying a full bottle although I was immediately intrigued by it. But by the third day of wearing my sample, I ordered 100ml (for a good price): a soothing, intellectual and enchanting perfume to wear for myself. ps I have since realised it does remind me a little of something else I have worn many years ago: Narcisse Noir by Caron. Presumably due to the shared narcissus.

Imagine lying in the middle of a fairy ring in a green forest. The earth just slightly damp, carrying a scent that feels familiar yet keeps slipping just out of reach. But you are not the fairy, nor some meek maiden bewitched by them. You are the witch gathering her senses while while she forages for the next concoction. Patient, unbothered, half-amused by the woods trying to seduce her. I just sprayed this fragrance in the morning. It opens green and earthy, but softened, like something under the shadow rather than sun. I can smell trace of chrysantemum, and I think narcissus is lurking somewhere underneath. There's a whisper of jasmine too, though it's not in the listed notes. Then after some time it gave way to patchouli, not the raw and dirt-under-your-nails kind, but more subdued and refined version you will find in Nicolai's Patchouli Intense, as well as soft musk. I did not pick up animalic notes in here as some other reviewers noted. It is more suitable for slightly colder day imo, and versatile enough to be worn any time of the day. But I don't see any issues wearing this in the summer (as I do now while testing this fragrance). Beautiful scent and I am glad I blind-bought it before it ran out in my local store.

While opinions on the next statement may vary, I've found that sometimes it takes time or perhaps some sort of a 'nasal' experience to truly appreciate a fragrance. In my case, this was exactly the scenario. Initially, it evoked the image of a pristine stable - the kind where the horse dung has been cleared away, yet the essence still lingers in the air. What is here to enjoy? To be candid, that association remains, but it's grown on me over time. There's a subtle hint of stagnant water from an old vase, intermingled with the verdant freshness of blooming flower stems. It captures the essence of a damp, misty late autumn or early spring day perfectly bottled. Picture yourself gathering up brown leaves that have almost transformed into obsidian from the moisture of the earth and add an etherial scent of a flower. That's how it smells to me if I was to describe it shortly. It is a complex herbal-mossy scent, and no surprise that it has got such low ratings and such polarised reviews. It neither sexy, nor feminine, but something I would wear for a long walk in a park, something what I would like to enjoy in solitude

Lots of people will not understand this fragrance, but for those who do it's a masterpiece Chypre. There is no warmth here. No comfort. No sweetness. This is the fragrance of a beautiful immortal woman who has lived in solitude, deep in a swamp for many decades. She detests humanity with a passion, and curses them with her ancient spells and potions. What she takes from the earth she replaces tenfold. She loves her habitat and is completely at one with it. This fragrance will make people feel some uncomfortable emotions; some will feel scared, or sad, or hopeless. This is intentional. Myths woman aims to make you face your demons as she laughs at your horror. She will take you on a journey to your darkest places. You will find no comfort here, and this is why she is a masterpiece. The journey will be difficult, but like all existential journeys of self discovery you will find a deeper understanding of yourself. The end result is deeply meditative. A must try for anyone who wants a challenge, and most definitely for Chypre fans. Performance is strong and long lasting. It has to be. Your intrepid journey awaits.

I find this one truly beautiful. Wasn’t sure what to expect tbh and was wonderfully surprised. I like chypre fragrances even beastly old ones. They are intriguing. After sourcing an 8ml decant I need a full bottle in my life (edit: acquired). Starts off dark green and mossy like a forest the morning after a clearing rain (similar to but darker than Cristalle EDP) then a gorgeous soapy musk moves in followed by a sunny feeling mix of hay, polleny narcissus (yum) and the warm steam of Chinese tea balls (the ones that bloom into flowers in your cup) which may be chrysanthemum? A fragrance that moves from dawn to a bright warm sunny day. Always weaving in gusts of the forest as it developes on skin. I wish I had tried sooner, but at least I finally have. This would smell great on a man who enjoys the outdoors as it doesn’t, to my nose, head too deep into floralcy. Just enough to keep it interesting - mainly lush, verdant, herbal/tea touched goodness.

I had a few Amouage samples, because I learned the hard way not to ever blind buy their fragrances... After spraying sample of this it automatically went to "no" pile. But after an hour or so I could smell the most wonderful, enchanting aroma... I bought a bull bottle as soon as my sample ran out. To me all the notes are blended the way that nothing stands out. I get freshness of flowers, darkness of soil, wetness of water and dryness of air, but nothing really smells familiar. Myths to me is a story of an handsome Alien falling in love with an earthly woman during one of his intergalactic travels, but their love can never be, so he created this perfume for her, a glass capsule representing sun setting down on the purple sky, a capsule that holds all the amazing, natural scents of his home planet. This fragrance is not about passion, it's about nostalgia... Lightyears apart their love will forever remain platonic, a memory, a story, a myth...

Wow wow wow. People say Jub 25 is the best chypre in Amouage line up but I have to disagree. Its Myths. Put the phone down if you are a old school chypre fan.. go buy a bottle fast. I'll wait. Its big, green, animalic, mossy, leathery with difficult florals such as chrysanthemum and narcissus. Its an unforgiving masterpiece in the chypre genre. This is a fresh poured version of a chypre popular in the early to mid 20th century. If you remember Givenchy III, Bandit, Cabochard, Rochas Mystere, Maggie Noire, La Nuit from Paco Rabanne... Myths will appeal to you. Sadly this great aesthetic has fallen out of vogue from sophistication to teeth numbing symplistic sugared gourmands so this will probably not appeal to young modern noses. Good. Let us 40 and overs rock this most elegant, moody, wealthy swamp witch in a bottle. Just excellent for its genre. Blooms in fall during a rain. Intoxicating. Mother Nature in a bottle