Mitsouko Eau de Toilette

All seasons. Any time of day. If you disagree, you have my sympathies in advance for the day AI takes your HR job. I've spent half a decade with my face pressed to the shop window, waiting to pull the trigger. I'm ecstatic over finally having crossed the threshold. It opens with a harsh double bell alarm of aldehydic bergamot that's bitter as a mouthful of pure alkaloids. Save yourself the post-shower splash of 4711 in the morning. This will wake you up plenty on its own. I know aldehydes aren't listed in the notes, but I hear aldehyde c-14 was used from the start to create the unique peach note, so there you are. And it definitely fizzes to a rolling boil in the opening, elevating the bergamot to an iron-knuckled backhand. In a good way, for those with the palate for vintage. As the peach and jasmine creep in, pulling some of the earthiness of the roots with them, the bergamot mellows into a sweet citrus-peach cold press that's reminiscent of the canned fruit cocktails with peach, grapefruit, mandarins, and utterly denatured maraschino cherries in light syrup. Don't misunderstand my description, however. There is nothing gourmand about the sweetness. From there, the spices strut through, giving the final transition from top to middle a brief but vivid presentation of a clove-studded orange floating in holiday punch. I was hoping to detect the rose and jasmine more distinctly, but my albeit limited experience with Guerlain's expert fragrance blending has taught me that hope might be a virtue, but expectations are foolish. As the heart of the fragrance develops and dries down, it becomes a sour-sweet, bright and earthy, green and creamy example of non-gourmand olfactory gastronomy reduced to perfection by a Michelin saucier. As you sweat, express skin oil, and cultivate body heat, this really shines, rising to a class exemplar of skin being the secret ingredient of a scent. I can't speak for every wearer, as body chemistry, diet, etc all play a part in a person's body odor but my personal experience is tending to suggest that the more a wearer smells like themselves, the better this will smell on rhem. I encourage anyone curious about this to load their hotter, high-moisture areas with a good dose. Armpits. The crooks of the elbows. This is a fantastic chypre, performing in the biologically specialized way I've come to expect from the genre. Especially from its classically feminine offerings. A prime example of what makes feminine chypres so typically unisex. A skin scent, not in terms of projection but rather in terms of its dependence on and conformity to the actual skin of the wearer. In this way, while I don't smell the "vaginal" quality distinctly, I do smell something that makes me understand what those who remark on that quality are talking about it. There's something fleshy and intimate about it, but not in a dirty, animalic way. If this comes from Mitsouko's zeal for the natural dermal personality of the user, I can definitely see that intimacy I'm smelling be a bit more distinct on at least some women. But that's hardly a bad thing. It's remarkable. I can easily see myself collecting every concentration or formulation I can sensibly get my paws on. Twelve out of ten Join or die

Mitsouko is a timeless masterpiece which tastes of earth, soil and spicy. Born more than a century ago as a woman fragrance, nowadays could be considered as fully unisex. It can be worn by everyone, everywhere, at anytime, as is true only for the real masterpieces. However, today, in a humid a cold end-of-autumn day, it enfolds more brightly than usual. Lasting time is excellent, more than 8hrs. Oakmoss, the main protagonist of this fragrance, has been strongly restricted, thus we cannot expect that new Mitsouko smells identical to the vintage version. Nevertheless, I think tha Guerlain and Wasser have done the best possible - and even more- with the legendaries line, and with Mitsouko in particular. The souls of these masterpieces still shine brightly.

My thoughts on the beautiful EDP (not the EDT) in this new bottle with the black-and-gold label, which Fragrantica doesn't have a page for yet: If it was good enough for Jean Harlow, Charlie Chaplin, Ingrid Bergman and Sergei Diaghilev, it's good enough for me. Somehow both historical and avant-garde, simultaneously sensuous and intellectual, it makes me want to be around myself. In other words, a stunning creation! -- but a lot of you already knew that.

It reminds me of Shalimar. I love the bergamot note, the peaches and the spices, which give it a powdery vibe. These are the notes I pick up most definitely. It is eau de parfum, though I see fragrantica labels it as EDT.

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