Wild Hunt

Fragrances, hopefully the better ones, have a tendency to bring back memories. Wild Hunt is no exception. Almost instantaneously Wild Hunt brought back summer memories of lying on the sand at Baldwin Beach near South Lake Tahoe. The smell of warm sand along with the smell of sugar pine, red fir and a few aspen trees in the background is what I get from Wild Hunt. When I smell the bottle directly it smells like the towel that I was lying on minus the sunscreen. The projection is just right, not too strong, not too weak. When I move around I get whiffs of it that make me smile remembering all the good family times we had at Baldwin Beach. The tincture note of Wild Hunt is similar to Black March. If Black March is suppose to evoke the first winter thaw than I would say Wild Hunt is late summer to early fall. There is a "no fragrance" policy where I work. Wild Hunt smells so natural that I could easily wear this to work without anyone thinking I am wearing a fragrance. I will definitely wear this to work tomorrow to fight off the case of the Mondays (think the movie "Office Space"). Highly recommended!

Christopher Brosius says of Wild Hunt: "This is the fourth scent in my series of primal smells. Wild Hunt is the scent of an ancient forest in the heat of a summer afternoon. It is a blend of Torn Leaves, Crushed Twigs, Flowing Sap, Fallen Branches, Old Leaves, Green Moss, Fir, Pine and Tiny Mushrooms." I bought it from his website and it smelled as described. He uses accords which he creates himself. Christopher Brosius's scents reveal themselves in layers. "Wild Hunt" opens with earthy and woody scents. It is followed by the scent of fir and pine. Next i get hints of spices, although i can't identify which. After this comes the scent of hidden flowers, not light, not strong, but somewhat heady and seductive, yet the spice and woods remain. I am a now a fan of CB I Hate Perfume and have purchased 4 others, none of which are currently in the Fragrantica data base. I hope i have the opportunity to review them as well.

più una composizione concettuale che un profumo in senso stretto, non per nulla questa fragranza è stata creata dal laboratorio I hate perfume, e come tale si inserisce in una più ampia sperimentazione di sensazioni olfattive di reminiscenza proustiana. siamo in campagna, probabilmente in autunno o dopo la pioggia, in un pomeriggio tardo, se non di sera: c'è odore di terra umida, di fogliame, di funghi, di resine, di conifera, di vegetazione che sta per decomporsi. il risultato è gradevole, assai evocativo, non prepotente ma piuttosto intimo, tanto da rimanere come un odore percepittibile solo da chi lo indossa in un piccolo, personale viaggio nella memoria. molto buono.

Yes, this is it. I have searched high and low for the perfect dirt, wood, grass, and leaves fragrance. Technically, I was searching for a fragrance reminiscent of a compost pile but this is close enough. Oh dear, this one is giving my #1 stiff competition.I am so in love with Tauer Verdant but this piece of work has me begging for more. Is this legal, to fall in LOVE with an inanimate object? If not, then I must say that I just broke the law because this powerful dirt bomb and me just got hitched! We well be together forever and live happily ever after.

This brings me back to my childhood: It's been a rainy day, me and my father are going mushroom picking. We go to the forest. It's autumn, so the leaves are covering the wet ground. I sit down to pick a mushroom and inhale. The dirt, the almost rotten wet leaves, the mushrooms. That's what I feel from "wild hunt". And it's so amazing and addictive. Ok, not wearable, but so lovely. Those were my happy days - me and my dad going mushroom picking. Too bad that grown ups (me) don't have time for that anymore.

The dirt of a coniferous forest. This is not damp unlike its sibling Black March, and the mushroom and fir really add a new dimension to the central soil accord. Would definitely recommend the oil version as the water version dries down to a somewhat nondescript sweet outdoor scent. 9/10

(reviewing the water perfume, might have to try the absolute per AlecGutteridge's suggestion.) initially, this is wonderfully dank and fungal. feels like digging your fingers into damp rotting duff and the cold dirt beneath them. like curling up inside the hollow of a dead tree with shelf fungus blooming abundantly on its crumbling sodden bark. this is the scent of a black day in late autumn when the wind is whipping cold rain through the air and shed leaves heap in drifts along the fences. ....for about 30 minutes. then it does dry down into a kinda bland generic and very sweet woody smell that sticks around for another 3-6 hours without changing much. if i could capture the opening notes and prolong them, this would be the perfect perfume, but after the drydown, it's indistinguishable from any other Forest Scent. EDIT: i was perhaps a little harsh in my initial review. i've been reaching for wild hunt more as fall settles in, and even the sweet woody drydown is growing on me as a faithful mirror of the season. it reminds me of the way the evening air is starting to smell like smoke as people fire up their woodstoves for the first time, a deeply comforting and nostalgic scent. there's also something of the slant of light this time of year, a golden glow that stirs the dead grasses, coaxes a little more sweetness from the tannic bitter piles of fallen leaves, but dimming around the edges, settling in for hibernation. (also noting that although it's similar to black march in the sense that both capture a "wet vegetation" smell, they are very different imo. this is wet decaying plant matter, whereas black march is wet new growth. loamy vs floral, frost vs thunderstorm. absolutely fall vs spring.)

Magic. A powerfully real rotten log and forest floor scent, with a lot of complexity to it... but not in any way off-putting or scrambled like the many other frags that have gone after "forest funk" (I'm looking at you, Norne and Soul of the Forest). Like other CB perfumes, this one is slightly synthetic but that to me makes it more evocative. I relate to the Jean-Claude Ellena quote "If you absolutely insist on the pure, unmixed song of the nightingale, I recommend the synthetic nightingale." With Wild Hunt, you appreciate the smell and you appreciate the craft. This fragrance takes you deep into the woods, and then gestures deeper into the woods, leaving you to draw endless associations. Might be a mild does-not-compute in the workplace, or on a warm day -- which is probably why I wear it less often than some other frags I love -- but this is a work of genius. It includes the dirt notes of many other CB perfumes, but this one is much more complex than A Room with A View, Black March, or Invisible Monster (though in some ways, it's a "darker" version of the latter...). In this woodsy vein, I also love-love the CB I Hate Perfume scent "Faggot" which for some reason doesn't have an entry on Fragrantica right now. The "Faggot" name is tongue-in-cheek -- though I can see why it might lead to it being removed from the site -- but name aside, it's an incredibly pleasing scent.

Applies hyper realistic verdant garden weeds and tilled damp soil. While I wouldn't say the green is bitter, it's brisk like fresh stems. Trudging through damp foliage on a cloudy day. Slight, dry soap builds. Starts to smell more like rain soaked wood while soil remains dominant in an almost sweet way that surprisingly works. A subtle earthy note that's not soil shows how to do mushroom right. May be too similar to "Black March." Both come close to "Memory of Kindness" - I struggle to differentiate the three. That said, they are some of the best, most realistic moody nature - too much of a good thing? If only they had more staying power. Absolutely worth trying, but who knows which? 1ST REVIEW: Forest green applies as one of the most bracingly bitter ever. Distinctive opening quickly softens with damp rain. Musty leaves decaying on loamy streambank. Shampoo note thickens body, but would prefer it not smell so strong. Realistic ephemeral sweetness balances sharpness, making it addicting. Sad how fast it fades. Minimal projection. Have to go close to appreciate. Will try spraying on clothes to see if that helps. Overall...starts strong, challenging, uniquely brilliant green. Too obsessed with green scents to pass on this moody walk through a rainy forest, even though imperfect. Interesting to see how similar this is to “Black March.”

This smells much more like spring to me than the heat of summer. The opening of this brings to mind the very specific scent of new growth revealed from under a pile of thawed out leaves. Maybe musty dirt, wet, still yellow-green grass and little mushroom sprouts. It then dries down to something much sweeter and more wearable. Something like hedges and coco mulch. I would recommend using the absolute if you want to smell this stage without your nose pressed against your wrist.The water perfume stays very close to the skin.

One sniff & I'm beside a pond surrounded by wet, dewy, moss-covered trees. The soil is fragrant from the hard rain all around and warm enough that I feel surrounded by damp earth. Spot on.It smells real. Never before or since have I found a realistic wet dirt smell. Sniffing my sample is like opening the closet door to a part of Narnia forest after a rain; I don't even feel like I'm in my house anymore!

Somewhere inbetween CB November, which I like and Demeter Thunderstorm, which I hate. It's more natural smelling than Thunderstorm, for sure.

Mossy campground. Similar in many ways to Black March but a little more shadowy. More trickling water and moonlight.

You come to... You realize you've been passed out. You see grass. You see sky. Twirling. You smell dirt. You feel mud. you taste blood on your lip. People are looking at you asking you if you're alright. You're squeezing something tightly between your arm and your chest; you look down and see the football in your hand. Someone's saying "He's fine, he's alright. touchdown!". It's then that the pieces begin to fit back together; you had been going up for a pass and gotten thwacked by someone or some-ones on the way down. Again, you taste the blood ... you smell the dirt. the mud. sticks. Did they say "touchdown"? You get up, fling the ball to the nearest person and walk triumphantly back to your team... You're still a little cob-webby in the head so you double check your shirt to make sure you've rejoined the right group. You're alright. Everything's alright. You finish the game in a bit of a fog. Later, you'll wash the blood off your face, the mud from your hair, the dirt from your teeth. From then on, whenever you catch a whiff of wet earth and blood and mud it smells like a tackle, it smells like a touchdown. True story

The genius of Christopher Brosius is that he creates olfactory memories. In an instant, you are at a certain place, a certain time. This is a powerful gift to be able to transport people, and I have read many reviews of some of his other creations that send people back in time, to when they were young, playing with grandparents that are now long gone. Very special. Wild hunt is not so evocative for me (unlike At the Beach 1966) but nevertheless it transports me straight to a garden centre I used to go to with my mother as a young child. Garden centres weren't the big business they are nowdays. Back then it was row upon row of potted plants of all varieties, dripping wet, and the owerpowering smell of wet foliage, mulch, compost and soil. Underfoot was the crunch of gravel with big muddy pot holes to avoid! I find myself using this frangrance as a comfort scent- just before bedtime drifting off to sleep with happy thoughts of gardening...

i found this scent FASCINATING but i'm not sure i'll wear it much. it truly has the feeling of being outdoors in the woods - perhaps just after dawn when everything has the night's dew on it. i put it on this morning and was heading out and my wife asked me "are you really going to go out smelling like a rotting log?" i laughed, but she wasn't wrong. it's that rich, earthiness thing and CB nailed it. very impressive scent! AMUSING UPDATE: i was moving firewood around last week a day after it had rained. as i hit the bottom of the pile i was pulling wood up off of dirt and the damn dirt, wood, green, wet smell hit me like a freight train. i immediately thought "holy crap - this is a chris brosius juice!" that boy has a gift...

It’s the signature petrichor move upfront but, this time it's flanked by some dense foliage as back up. It’s hard to pull specifics from it though—it’s more of an overall impression of an environment, only it comes off as a tad muddy. Mossy and slightly vegetal, it smells like grass, leaves, fungus all rolled into a single unit. My main contention is that, despite its verisimilitude, it feels mono whereas a stereo effect would have been better suited. Not quite on par composition-wise as some of the other soil-centric scents in the line, but just as photorealistic and convincing.

One of the most unusual scents I've encountered and I find it totally captivating. I detect the very realistic scent of, soil, moss, wet leaves, grass, lovely pine and fir, and, yes, mushrooms. The sillage and longevity from several dabs of the oil absolue are quite impressive. I may not be an outdoorsy type but at least I can smell like one. It definitely smells like a fall morning's walk in a damp forest. As soon as I got home I ordered three more CB I Hate Perfume scents: The Fir Tree, Gathering Apples, and Burning Leaves. Tea/Rose will have to go on my wish list.

The perfume of fireflies! That petrichor in a forest just after dawn where cypress knees breach the bog. Leaves are damp and the air is quiet. Mushrooms have sprouted overnight, and spanish moss drapes hanging from branches full of dew. Wild Hunt captures all of that in a wearable concept perfume that is close to the skin. A personal trip to the wildwoods!

This scent screams primal. I get a heady whiff of lush green vegetation, predominantly moss and wood, and bizarelly I can make out the smell of little mushrooms. I couldn't wear this regularly but it does transport you to another place. Wearing this almost makes me feel like I'm out of the city and on holiday!

when i first put this on it smelled like i was lying on a forest floor—dirt, mushrooms, rotting leaves after about half an hour it lightened up some, more like a walk in the woods but now, after a few hours, i guess because of my own skin? it smells VERY sweet, and waayyyy to much like a grandma

I REALLY want to try this.. If anybody knows where I can get this outside of the States please tell me