Untamable

***If you’re interested in buying a 90-95% full bottle, please message me. I still have the original book-themed packaging and am happy to ship within the US! I took out a small sample to keep, about 5-8mL. Trust me- there is enough juice left to last you YEARS!*** The strongest animalistic fragrance I own. I really wanted it to work for me, but sadly, on my skin, it just doesn’t work. My skin tends to pull fragrances into spicy territory and amplifies animalic notes, so this is just too strong on me with its cumin-animalic combo. This little cowgirl couldn’t stay on this bronco’s back. I’m not going to hate on this fragrance at all. It’s fascinating! It truly is untamable from open in to dry down, and it’s so strong that *one* spray will last you all day. I recommend spraying it low on the body... in fact, I spray on my lower legs and that gives me enough distance to actually enjoy it for what it is. I used to own a horse, and in the opening, I get strong horse, but not just any horse. This horse has been put through its paces and has worked up a lather. I can smell the leather, and it makes me think of an old, well-loved saddle that has had many applications of saddle soap and leather conditioner. Cumin is apparent but does take a second to develop. To me it really shines about three hours in- I gets hints of dry greens and indolic white flowers mixed with the eternally present animatic elements. Sadly for me, this is not a dusty or dry fragrance. There’s something that gives the fragrance a juicy quality, but the kind of juice I imagine would flow out of a cactus if you cut it.

First proper wearing of the latest release from Imaginary Authors, Untamable, a dry, semi-animalic, leather-led blend with notes of tonka resin, saguaro blossom, Texas yellow star, and cumin. It’s fittingly a bit spicy and floral, which keeps it from leaning too animalic, I dare say, somewhat less animalic than Bull’s Blood, its closest logical comp, in my opinion. Still it’s quite intense, the sort-of-dry, sueded leather rather sharply pairing with the smoother floral and spicy components, making for a nice ensemble, a pungent experience that’s not overdone, in my opinion, and I generally regard myself as pretty selective when it comes to leathers than lean animalic. I’d argue that Untamable is the line’s most daring fragrance since Whispered Myths and Bull’s Blood before, not entirely uncharted territory in perfumery but certainly in some respects it is very new for Imaginary Authors. I really like that despite its provocations, it feels sophisticated and balanced among its contributing accords and ideas. And even though I might find a sweeter leather easier to wear most of the time, I think Untamable is an awesome achievement, something I would wear occasionally, particularly with the approaching cooler weather. Untamable is in EDP concentration with the current standard brand pricing of $105/42 for 50/14ml, still an outstanding value in the current market and one that makes it possible to own so much of this storied house without breaking the bank, relative to other companies. 8 out of 10

i don't want to respond so directly to other reviews of this but i do think if the only thing you can come up with to describe the opening of untamable is "piss", maybe you just don't know what flowers smell like. it smells more like putting your nose directly into a flower lesser-known for its fragrance, maybe not fully in bloom just yet. utilitarian florals. up front i get what must be the animalic notes. i've not spent a lot of time around horses but certainly greater than zero. i would describe it as probably a pretty clean horse. some dust, some once-verdant underbrush, some sweat. as it dries a little bit more, the heaviness of that falls away and the dried florals linger more prominently along with the sweetness of sweat and sun. it does seem to project quite a lot. i haven't gone totally noseblind to it but as i sit with it i need to pull my arm closer to smell it but i doubt that would be the case for anyone near me, honestly. i agree with others in the reviews who say it might skew a little older. unfortunately, i don't think this one is wearable *for me*, despite my liking it quite a lot. if i smelled this on someone else, i'd be really into it i think. if you want an adventurous take on warm, spicy florals while still maintaining some lightness and movement, if any of that means anything to you, this could be a great scent for you.

Scorching sun, red dirt, horse hair, worn leather saddle, resinous chewing tobacco. It all comes together in what at first smells like deliciously warm and filthy vanilla, but quickly expands into a story as you take it in. This scent rings extremely masculine to me and those who I asked to sniff it on me. If testosterone had a scent, I imagine it would smell like this. Although given its "dirty vanilla" quality, it would certainly appeal to feminine wearers too. After testing this fragrance in store with only one spray per skin and arm, I was amazed at how long it lasted. The cowboy endures, immune to soap and laundry liquid. Took about two days to come off my skin, and on my coat, it remains strong even after a solid week. Only 50ml in the bottle, but I can see why, you'd only need about two sprays a week at most. I can understand what people mean when they refer to a "piss" smell, but in all honesty, I never thought of piss until I read the reviews here. It is, however, a dirty smell, the scent of sweat and saddle. Someone who's returned home after a long day's work under the scorching sun. But it's dirty in the most sophisticated and pleasant way. I am in love with the immortal cowboy.

🐎 Horse Sweat, Worn Saddle and the Final Shot 🌵 The hot air trembles over the bone-dry earth, and the thick, suffocating scent of a mount heated to its absolute limits immediately hits the nostrils. It is the pure, uncompromising, and physiological odor of a galloping animal, ruthlessly mingling with the tart aroma of sharp cumin and human sweat. I sit deep in a heavy saddle made of thick, raw leather that has absorbed wind, dust, and the scorching sun for years. With every powerful league of the steed, this old leather releases a deep, animalic, almost barnyard scent. The cactus patches passed in the gallop release their stuffy, nectarous sweetness for a fraction of a second, but there is no time to catch a breath. I catch up with him at the very edge of a dried-up canyon. The horse rears up, sending a dense cloud of desert dust and animal dirt into the air. I pull the trigger. The roar of the gunshot tears through the dead silence, and Harry The Black Stobe slumps from his saddle with a hollow thud straight into the dry sand. All that remains is smoke and the untamed, brutal aroma of the Wild West. Visual archive on TikTok / IG: @the.scent.files