Fresh As

I have had trouble finding true unisex smells. Often they feel like a confusing, strong mix of both fem and masculine smells, or just like toiletries or suncream. And the nostalgic atmospheric ones often smell too intense and migrainey. This is a lovely true unisex smell. No aggressive notes or seductive ones, just a mysterious vibe and a clean feeling without any chemical smell. Makes me smell green, like a quirky little tree. While the longevity is poor, this is a lovely, cheap little forest for your pocket. Yum! I am obsessed with it.

The solid fresh as is really lovely. It reminds me of the Guardian of the forest body spray. It is sharp and herbally! It's not very strong as a solid and would work better as a spray. It certainly smells like fir and I would even suggest that I can smell a little hint of lemon and rose.

I bought this so I could travel on a flight with a perfume in a solid form, it's a really nice unisex perfume but the longevity is really poor, I was disappointed I could hardly smell it after 15 minutes. It's put me off buying a solid perfume again.

Green, fresh, piney, simple. Citrus and possibly very faint tonka. But there's something watery acidic almost like rotting sewer in the mix? It comes and goes, really confusing. Come to think of it, it probably IS fir-like, but not the warm christmas tree smell, more like if you crush the needles and smell the sour juice inside, it's not bitter, not sweet, just unfriendly and sharp. I hazard it smells close to how it would taste.

He pressed the Fresh As solid perfume to his wrists and the scent rose like cool morning air: crisp pine, damp earth, the hush of a forest waking up. It always reminded him of him, the man who loved to walk ahead on the trail, glancing back with that half‐smile that meant catch me if you can. They’d met on a bushwalk months ago, boots crunching on needles, sunlight flickering through the canopy. What started as a shared path had turned into a gentle chase, him darting ahead, laughing, letting the forest swallow him for a moment before reappearing between the trees. Not running away, but inviting him forward. Fresh As didn’t project loudly; it stayed close, like breath shared in the cool morning air. Not as strong as the perfume cylinder, but perfect for moments like those, when the only person who needed to smell it was the one just out of reach. As the scent warmed on his skin, he could almost feel that familiar presence again, the rustle of footsteps ahead, the soft thud of a heartbeat rising with the chase, the thrill of knowing he wasn’t just following a trail. He was following him. And even after the fragrance faded, the memory of that playful pursuit: pine‐scented air, quick glances and the promise waiting just around the bend - stayed with him.