Bo

The quintessential “I dare you to follow me into the trees” autumn scent. The mood is straight out of Play Misty for Me: Carmel-by-the-Sea, 1971. Cold Monterey air. Clint Eastwood wandering cliffs and ocean-fogged redwoods, looking philosophical for five minutes and then having sex on the damp forest floor like a feral poet with a radio show. He was a DJ, she was an artist... the original bohemian mess. And if either of them had worn perfume, it would’ve been Bo. Hands down. Liis was aiming for a “hidden bohemia” aesthetic here, and yeah, they nailed the mise-en-scène and then some. 🔥 From the first spray, it is so clearly the California coast it’s almost illegal. All that salty, misty forest shit that tricks you into feeling poetic even though you absolutely are not. Redwood pine, cedar, guaiac wood, with a touch of warm spice and the faintest sweetness. Imagine burnt cane sugar melting over wood embers. The vanilla stays subtle, none of that cloying synthetic baking-extract nausea. But the true star here is Elemi. That spicy resin flash of peppery brightness that lifts the entire thing and gives it actual pulse. The blend is beautifully balanced, almost suspiciously so. It keeps quiet but stays impossibly noble, expensive-smelling (which it is, let’s be honest), and strangely dreamy, cinematic enough that if you don’t see it, that’s on you. This is also one of the truest genderless scents I’ve ever worn. I can almost see myself sharing it with a man like this: artistic, intellectual, giving that Master’s-in-Film trauma energy, the kind who wears pointed-toe boots and has opinions about Tarkovsky he really shouldn’t. He reads obscure philosophy to seem profound, but it’s the way you dismantle his arguments that makes him quietly short-circuit. He would never admit it, though. He is far too busy performing “cool.” But his temple would break a sweat and his neck would turn red. And if all of that sounds a little too detailed... maybe I do have a type after all. Crime me. Men in Bo smell tempting. That’s how cults start. 🕸️ For what it’s worth, I love smelling like tobacco. Everyone who has smelled it on me liked it. But I also know it is not everyone’s kink. The incense can lean heavy, and yes, especially on some women who must’ve angered the perfume gods, it can collapse into that hamster-cage wood shavings effect. Antique store. Sawdust. It happens. But if your skin chemistry turns it into a Victorian attic séance 🕯️, that is honestly still a vibe. On the right man, though? Damn. Unfair. The tobacco + incense combo on male skin is already lethal. But the whole thing becomes a straight-up infatuation starter. The write-filthy-poetry-about-him infatuation. A slow-burn, long-lasting, cross-the-line-and-see-what-happens kind of scent. My only complaint is how hard it is to get in Europe. Liis needs to fix their damn distribution before I start smuggling bottles across borders in my bra. 🫦 The quality and the concept of the brand are far too good to stay niche in such a stupidly inaccessible way. Still, Bo is a banger. A fragrance put together with borderline terrifying competence. I’d wear it to class, to a date, to a funeral, and to court. 4.5/5. Californian bohemia with a nicotine problem, a wicked sense of humor, and a morally negotiable sex life would smell exactly like this.

Bo... where do I begin? Though she’s perfect for every season, I stumbled upon her just as the leaves started to change, and it feels like fate. I’m not usually one for woody scents, but Bo does wood in a way that feels almost magical. The rich wood notes never veer too far into the masculine, while the vanilla base gently grounds her without tipping into sweetness. She’s perfected the delicate dance of balance. Bo has a presence that lingers like a soft melody. I was able to wear it for nearly 12 hours without becoming nose blind to it. Even better, she fills the room with a gentle warmth, like a butterfly floating on a breeze, visible without demanding attention. The person I imagine wearing this scent is someone who would take the extra 30 seconds to move a caterpillar out of harm’s way. Someone who laughs easily, cares deeply, believes in minimalism, but still has a bit of a tree-hugger spirit. Bo is for those with gentle hearts and wearing her makes me want to be one of those people too. TLDR: A unisex scent with great longevity, yet it remains soft and non-offensive. The kind of fragrance you wear on the morning of the best day of your life. Signature scent worthy.

Oh now this is gorgeous. This is a soft, airy woody vanilla fragrance - on me, it is slightly more woody than vanillin, but the combination of these notes blend so incredibly beautifully here. Every review that sings this perfume’s praises makes sense after smelling it. It’s an incredibly cozy scent that has a coldness to it, making it perfect for winter. Although soft and airy, it’s also quite deep and resinous; it’s quite perplexing and impressive that it pulls both of these qualities off so beautifully. I am a Diptyque Eau Duelle girly, but if you’re choosing between the two (given that they’re both popular woody vanillas), know that this is softer, airier, and more resinous, and lacks any pepperiness/spice. Eau Duelle is spicier and a much greener vanilla, much sharper in character where Bo has soft, rounded edges. If I’m honest, I think I prefer Bo to Eau Duelle, which is saying a lot as that has long been a favorite of mine. It creates the most beautiful scent bubble. I truly love this fragrance and now find myself in the predicament of wanting a full bottle!

Perfectly tempered vanilla timber. Like you tried to make s’mores out of dry tobacco as your chocolate, spiced cedar for graham cracker, and guaiac sawdust + sap for marshmallow. (Faintly toasted, not smoked). The overall feel is almost milk chocolaty, without going gourmand. This was the only Liis I didn't get to sample last year and, lo and behold, it’s hands down my favourite. Admire how Liis can take two “heavy” scents – sequoia heartwood and vanilla resin – and make them feel so clean and ethereal. Bo is a chimera of favourites: the incense plume of GWater, the fluttery wood-shavings of Santal 33, and the mallowy cashmere of By the Fireplace... but made wholly its own with that picture-perfect redwoods heart. Bay Area represent. Emanation is soft-spoken, but enduring (~5h on my skin). Mental Snapshot: A cathedral of sleeping giants. Sunlit mist wends through their limbs, sap beads from their arms like morning dew. Warm earth powders under your bare feet as you glide along to the birdsong. There are no splinters here. tl;dr: NorCal Galadriel 🪵 🕊️

Resinous, spicy woods in the best way possible. It’s light enough for summer but could pull cloying if you over sprayed. It’s dry down is to die for !!!! It’s not beast mode but it definitely packs a punch. It really reminds me of gris charnel but less sweet and traditionally oriental with way better longevity. I’d wear this without consideration with Gris I’d be like “is this too mature for me... Is everyone in the room going to hate this... is this just the dry down of Dior addict...wait I didn’t need to worry because it’s gone and has pathetic longevity 🤓 I’d say the let down with this fragrance is that it’s kinda expensive for a perfume I wouldn’t reach for every day. I don’t get why fragrances houses aren’t selling travel sizes and 30ml as a given 🧐 they wonder why schmoops be schmoopooing . Do better niche I don’t want 100ml bottles, I only wear 10 times a year, I’m a normal fragrance addict okay give me a lil 10ml travel to sniff !! Longevity- 4/6hours Projections- arms length Scent profile - 7.5/10 Purchase- Maybe