Last Season

Last Season I can say right offhand is polarizing. I can say that because I really enjoy it and my mom really does not enjoy it! That is putting it nicely lol. Both of us are very vocal in our opinions. That leads me to believe not only is it polarizing, it is polarizing to the extreme! I am a Capricorn, so I naturally gravitate toward green, earthy fragrances. Last Season is all that and more. I'm not really sure what a Libra prefers on the fragrance spectrum, but I'm pretty sure this isn't it. My mother gravitates toward fresh floral fragrances like the new Tilia from MAB or the original Bombshell from Victoria's Secret. I have been wearing Last Season for only about 20 minutes, so I don't have a real understanding yet. I can tell you it's very therapeutic and medicinal. Not something to wear as an everyday signature fragrance, but I don't think Meo creates things like that anyway. His are always artistic experiences. If you could have an exhibition with olfactory artists only, I think he would be the premier artist. You would not place his collection in a department store like Macy's. They're just not compatible. And both have their place in our society and in our culture. That's why I think it's important to know who your audience is and on the opposite side of the spectrum, whose work speaks to you. Last Season, for me, does as is intended. It forces the wearer to stop and take a moment. That's it. Nothing more nothing less. It doesn't tell you what to think, or how to feel. It tells you to stop. And, I think that is the true intention of Meo, a true Artist. Maybe we are kindred spirits, I'm not sure, but I feel like I understand. He uses nature as his method to evoke the details of an escape route. Somehow, I deeply understand that, if I'm not unintentionally creating that myself.

Giuseppe Imprezzabile loves to go balls to the fuckin wall with his fragrances and throw in 1,000 notes, but somehow they all work together! I recognize the signature soft, earthy, lightly animalic Fusciuni DNA right away. It's lovely. The opening has a ton of greenery (galbanum, artemisia, pine) but those notes fade in an hour or so. In the heart of the fragrance, I get the honeyed fluffiness of immortelle, the hazy sweetness of tobacco, pungent oud, soft hay, and birch wood. There is a deep, dark, and rich leather that envelops the entire fragrance and grows stronger throughout the wear. Later on, I am able to detect mate and costus. I feel as though this fragrance is a huge shapeshifter and will have many different facets to offer my nose each time it is worn. Last Season has a lot to offer. Very contemplative and brooding. It's giving tortured soul, gothic apothecary in the woods, and/or cloaked figure in the corner of the dimly lit tavern. Great for cool, overcast, and blustery days. Strong projection and astounding longevity. EDIT — PS: I corresponded with Marco from the Meo Fusciuni team on 10/11/25 via email and he confirmed that this formula is cruelty free and utilizes a synthetic recreation of castoreum! He also assured me that none of the fragrances are tested on animals. Excellent news!

Last Season is not a fragrance that merely sits on the skin, it is an atmosphere, a memory soaked into damp earth. The opening immediately evokes the impression of rain-soaked leaves, the heavy silence of a forest in late autumn, a gothic garden where every step sinks into wet soil. As it develops, the scent grows darker, resinous, like entering a cold, damp cave where echoes linger and the air clings to you with mineral weight. It is not a fragrance of brightness or comfort; instead, it is meditative, somber, and profoundly atmospheric. It captures the essence of endings, of cycles closing, of time dissolving into mist. The earthy notes, with their almost mineral depth, create an uncanny realism. it feels as though the bottle itself had absorbed the scent of water dripping on stone, moss growing in shadow, and smoke dissipating in cold air.

I'm going to make this short and sweet because I don't have a lot of time today and this is the last sample I have of last season. Although it is supposedly a green fragrance, I get a lot of similarity to interlude man. I find that very interesting because on paper they are quite different. I enjoy both fragrances. Something I would put on if I were in a reflective kind of mood. Remember I am a 30 something female, artistic in nature. I would not wear this on a date just because there is a smokiness to it that I don't think is alluring coming off of the female trying to climb you like a tree. However! This would be attractive on a man who I find myself on a date with. I would know he has good taste which is very sexy.

Just got this beauty in today after I had a sample from a previous purchase. This was a buy at first smell for me and I’ve only done that twice (other fragrance was actually Noturno by Meo Fusciuni) back to Last season now. I’ve been waiting for a fragrance like Last season I love woody scents and this one is in the top tier for woody fragrances for one reason. Wetness. It captures the exact scent of a moist forest during spring time (If you know what that smells like then you know what I’m talking about) Last season is a very situational fragrance but once that specific situation comes around you will 100% get complemented. To End this review I will say if you buy Last season be prepared for a signature scent.

A complete surprise, i smelt it while just "dilly dallying" in a local niche perfumery. But I couldn't let it go, I kept burrowing my nose to check again and again, that this scent was real. I absolutely LOVE it. More than just woody, not quite herbal, not spicy, not floral, "just" incredibly earthy. I feel like I have just risen from a pile of moist leaves in the middle of a huge forrest, sun slicing through the branches above me and letting in the warm air that engulfs you. Moss, leaves, soil... If you like deep organic, almost animalistic scents this is absolutely stunning. Definitely not for everyone, but for those who like to dig their hands deep into the earth, this is heaven!

At the moment I think I have found my perfect green scent. This is so good that it's actually beyond words (6 points out of 5 etc.). Seeing the list of notes seems to have all good stuff only and there's a lot of those. The Parfum strength is also evident: it lasted on my skin whole day and I could smell it on my shirt on the next day. I guess the strongest smell that lasted most is artemisia. Absolutely amazing creation of the highest quality. I ordered a full bottle of this. Never mind the price: it's just worth it. For every serious green lover.

It's green, aromatic, smoky and it's sumptuous, addictive! Yes...we need to correct these bad tongues that are sulking here. The atmosphere of forest peat in the far north of Europe is strikingly realistic. It looks like an impressionist style olfactory painting. I wear it for my errands or for the office without complexes. Evolution is long like a great journey. One of the best Meo Fusciuni. However, a blind purchase is totally inadvisable and I understand that Last Season can be polarizing. But not to the point of being mean to him.

La salida es artística, realmente puedes sentir que estas en un bosque en donde recién acaba de llover al medio día y el sol está evocando todos los olores. Después de una media hora viene el secado que para mi es la mejor parte, deja de ser una experiencia olfativa y se convierte en un aroma que puedes lucir y la gente al rededor puede disfrutar. En mi nariz el sacado se convierte en el verde de Risvelium + el cuero de nouveau monde, lo que lo hace perfecto para el dia a dia y en alguna noche especial.

Last season is dirty in a way that precedes the filth known by man. If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one around to smell it, does it have a scent? This is an old growth forest. The time, the age, the death, are all at the root of this fragrance. Last Season cannot be described by simply stepping into the woods, not when you scare away the fauna and your time on this earth does not share the same memory as the hundred-ringed trees and the dirt under your feet.

I got this as a gift and i love the scent, but it smells much better on my partner than me. Its very masculine, rich almost dirty scent. A very artistic capture of what walking in the woods after the rain smells like, dirt, mushrooms and stone. Very mossy and green, something truly unique. You gotta love how leather notes sit on your skin. Longevity is 12+ hours and this is a powerhouse scent. One spray is the equivalent of 6 sprays from other brands. Impressive wear

...e pensare che al primo annuso non mi era piaciuto, anzi ho avuto proprio repulsione. Nelle ore e nei giorni a seguire non riuscivo a fare a meno di annusare l'angolo del cappotto dove avevo vaporizzato il profumo, ripromettendomi che quando sarei passato dal negozio lo avrei provato nuovamente. Ed è stato amore! Da allora lo considero IL PROFUMO! Il mio profumo per eccellenza! Ne sono profondamente innamorato!

Finally I can add my first impression: Islay island-style peated whisky with cucumber and seasalt - so far it could be a cocktail, now you might wear it as well. As in most cases superb quality, will definitely be a signature scent for certain individuals. Btw. Meo, if you read this, please start supplying 50ml bottles (as well).

Absolutely addicting—there’s a mentholated quality that gives way to an ashy, damp forest floor. Subtle leather and animalic facets stay throughout as a base. I can see how this can be polarizing, and it challenged me at first, but it has quickly grown into an absolute love. Wear with your favorite leather jacket. 10/10

Very prominent geosmin, infusing a complex bed of herby, mouldy, green, camphorous nature. Very interesting but possibly not very wearable. Undeniably high quality olfactory art. Update - I had to remove the card strip from my living room as the geosmin smell was so nuclear. Too much!

Nasty opening, smells like someone barbequed meat after rolling it in dirt. Becomes an amazing green scent from afar, but I avoid smelling up close. Not sure what I think of this yet. Edit: This is amazing, one of my favorites. Edit 2: This is my favorite and it isn't even close.

work of art soil, wet logs, a distant fire, moss, decay, ocean air, and recently oiled but well worn gloves. the earth scent of all of earth scents. my skin eats fragrances and this stays for a long time + projects well, the sillage is serious

I was not into this initially. was too earthy and beetrooty but now it comes of as lactatonic. very similar to Nasomattos Fantomas, more elegant and layered with woody complexities. I am enjoying this.

Last Season is pure forest obsession—sticky woods, earthy patchouli, and moss warmed by skin. It’s dense, quiet, and wildly addictive... sooooo good.

this is contemplative beyond imagination

The year has reached its final breath, and with it comes the allure of endings—a fitting moment to embrace Last Season by Meo Fusciuni. This enigmatic fragrance takes you deep into the heart of a primeval forest where decay and renewal dance in solemn harmony. It is a tribute to nature’s timeless rhythm, where shadows breathe life into the forgotten. Inspired by the artist's visit to southern Sweden, this creation evokes the harsh, damp climate of the Baltic with astonishing precision. The opening unfolds with a damp, earthy embrace, a cold and melancholy hymn to rain-soaked black soil and fallen leaves. Withering vegetation and musty air linger, tinged with moments of soapy verdancy and ozonic whispers. It’s autumn distilled into scent, melancholic yet beautiful, a primordial forest where time stands still. As the heart emerges, the journey deepens into the sacred and mystical. The air is thick with wet stones, moss, and vetiver, mingling with the overripe sweetness of apples and the loamy scent of fallen leaves. A fungal accord grows out of this damp soil, redolent of the mushrooms eaten by the Norse berzerkers in shamanic rituals. There is, however, a mysterious, ephemeral light piercing through the ancient shadows – a warm, radiant amber that illuminates and warms up the scent, like the last rays of sunlight kissing the forest floor. ŽThe dry-down is where the rawness settles into something sombre and untamed. Moss and roots anchor the composition, while woody facets emerge. Leathery nuances intermingle with patchouli and faint whispers of fermented fruits, grounding the fragrance in an animalic, primal elegance. It is the echo of an unbridled wilderness, a chypre that challenges and commands attention. Last Season is not for the faint-hearted. It is a rugged, complex ode to the interplay of decay and life. Wild and untamed, it lingers like a whispered story told by ancient trees, a bold statement for those unafraid to embrace its savage beauty.

I just had to come here and write: this is what death smells like. Not in a bad way, but in a very mournful and poetic way. When I first tested it, the first image that came to mind was my dying grandfather (what he must have smelled like in his final days). The second thought I had was: Wow, if "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" had a scent, it would be this. There is a deep mournful sense to this fragrance. The folks at Meo Fusciuni captured it perfectly. Of course, they're not always meant to be "worn" since they're olfactory poems (literally poems-as-scents). But this one is just too... sad. Too sepia, too 19th century for me. It feels slightly animalic, entirely muddy, like the ruins of an old tavern. Then sometimes it brightens—especially outside in the sun—and there's a soft romance to it. Like a love story from the 1910s, a man who loves a woman long gone. Children who no longer visit, grandchildren who will never know the grandeur of their lineage. The modern age taking over the pastoral, an ode to being forgotten. In this sense, Meo Fusciuni achieved perfectly vivid poetic creation, one that feels like Raoul at the beginning of Phantom (the auction scene, before the chandelier crashes). Or even the Tucks returning to the spring at the end of Tuck Everlasting. Wise, sad, mournful. And when I tried washing it off, it wouldn't leave my skin. Like something begging to be remembered.

The white swan imagery on the box, set against a gloomy atmosphere, affected me on a deeply psychological level; the fragrance itself is already profoundly melancholic, and the artistic direction aligns with it in a striking and evocative way. My first impression is that of a forest parched for rain, finally meeting it; petrichor, wet earth, and the moment when dry woods absorb moisture. But this never happens under daylight; this is rain falling at night. Highly sophisticated. Listing every nuance would take far too long, but the most prominent elements of this dark, wet forest for me are oud, herbal leather, bitter galbanum, salt, earthy patchouli, and a very clear vetiver. There is a faint pine-like aspect as well, yet nothing here suggests freshness; the atmosphere stays grounded, shadowy, and close to the earth. Pure melancholy. Tag(s): melancholic, dark, petrichor, salt, rain, woods, oud, earthy, herbal, gothic

i wanted to like this sooooooo much more seeing the notes/people's thoughts about this perfume/its house, but so far it has been quite linear in that i only smell a dirt note on my skin. i wanna smell the seaweed and canadian pine and birch so much but i can't :(( i will admit it is interesting to have a purely damp earth/soil fragrance, and it's not a bad scent altogether, it's just not multi-faceted enough on me to really excite me. props to everyone who loved it, you guys are stronger than i am EDIT: after wearing this a few more times than when i initially wrote this, i get it now <3

This is the best one so far out of the few samples I have picked up from this house. Still have yet to wear Little Song. Wonderful profile. Reminds me of Le Sillage Blanc but more refined and not as harsh in the opening. About 8 hours of longevity. Way better than #1 and #2 Nota. Great nature fragrance. If you want the outdoors (not pine dominant for me) without going outdoors, this will do it. Since I have Le Sillage Blanc. I won't rush to get this but certainly nice enough to leave on my want list. Happy hunting.

It gets the smell on the ground. The humid forest moss, mushrooms, herbs, bush, trace of animal. Until here, I like it. Mysterious, majestic, attractive. Then, extinguished camp fire, cigarette butt, it's brutal, wild, sombre. I admire it cause the work's well done. But I do not like the smell of cold tabacco. Who wares it well? I can't properly picture and I'm very curious.

Very mossy. In a good way. I am a fan of moss. The leather note in the opening was okay, I didn't particularly care for it. Luckily, later, the scent turned herbal, and bitter, and mossy in a very realistic way. It's powerful, too. I like it.

smells like fresh cut cucumber

I found the opening to be surprisingly medicinal, but crossed with a somewhat bitter, earthy scent. It's not necessarily unpleasant, but it's not what I was expecting. The dry down seems to be dominated by musk and oak moss, but there's also leather beneath those notes. There's a quite nice, complex mixture of additional notes that add depth, but it's a little difficult for me to separate and identify them. I'm picking up some cedar, a little myrrh and labdanum, and a hint of oud. Maybe a subtle whisper of hay beneath the summer sun if I let my imagination wander. While this is not a heavy fragrance, there are some wonderful earthy and woody elements hiding within it. It really is a complicated, multi-dimensional fragrance. At the end of the day, well after the sun has gone down, this fragrance persists as a skin scent. It's quite different after a full day, though. It's almost entirely leather. The overall impression is one of dry warmth. I'm not sure how others are finding it to be dark or damp, but I suppose the differing impressions speak to how complex and nuanced it is. I'd probably really like this one if the musk weren't quite so dominant, at least on me. I really like those earthy, woody notes.

I initially had high hopes for this fragrance, having read the reviews and praises. Tried it and was actually quite shocked. This fragrance is 98% identical to Cuoium by Orto Parisi. It's all about leather and birch and that's all that I'm getting. Mind you, it's not bad, but it's totally and utterly redundant if you've already got a good leather/birch fragrance in your possession/collection. As far as the so called "beast projection" is concerned, I have to say no! I gave it three good sprays and the fragrance lasted for roughly four hours on me, with semi decent projection for two hours, only to fade away into oblivion after four (ish) hours. If you're looking for a leather and birch fragrance that will knock down doors, try Cuoium by Orto Parisi. You will most certainly get noticed, be it good or bad and it'll stay by your side for ten to twelve hours solid! I also find it a bit worrying that they're so very much alike. Two very gifted Italian perfumers managed to unintentionally (of course) "come up" with almost identical fragrances! But I have to say that the fragrances by Meo Fusciuni generally are "out of this world" and quite a few of them are in my opinion, nothing short of masterpieces!

reminds me of pioggia moderata (sorcinelli), damp forest floor with darker tones. slightly marine and aromatic. leather kinda ruins it tbh, i would happily have done without it. eventually it is maybe too complex and layered to the point of becoming messy, ending up being not as evocative and precise as it could have been (and as it clearly wanted to be).

This can be great if I can get around the cigarette ashes. Best from a distance. Edit: So much depth. It's become one of my favorite fragrances. Now I have to try others from the house.

Dirt and beetroot. Not my thing

Oh, man. I hate writing negative reviews, but I got a largish decant of this, thinking it would be right up my alley and...definitely not. It is indeed artistic and, for what it's worth, is certainly evocative of a dark, dank, smokey foresty situation (insert your own fantasy/imagined scenario here), but this is one of the least wearable scents I have smelled. I think it's misleading to say this is a "green" scent as it is about 1 million miles away from any green perfume I've ever smelled (No. 19, Private Collection, Synthetic Jungle, etc.). Maybe green with moss and dirt and smoke shoveled over it, but any "green" really gets lost in the overall blend. Ditto for "aromatic." Weirdly, the very first thing I thought of was Roja Apex EDT. If you took away all of the freshness from the top notes and anything else that gives Apex light and vitality, you would get something close to Last Season. At any rate, I very likely sprayed too much, but after an hour last night, I couldn't take it anymore and washed it off as best I could. (For what it's worth, it is VERY tenacious. I could still detect a bit this morning.). Maybe I will try a lighter application at some time in the distant future, but for now, I have to say this is not for me.

I have tested it today and to me, it's somehow similar to Nudiflorum by Nasomatto. They share some notes, and, although Nasomatto is much simpler in terms of composition, they smell similar to me. Maybe it's all about personal preferences in perfumery but Last Season smells astringent and hostile, like sour leather with artemisia from the start and to the end.

Opens purelly with basement smell. You can even distinguish smell of potato skin in a sack, earth, wet walls ect. I know plent of smells like that. With time gets greener but there is no occasion to wear it.

Your Vietnam vet dad is pissed at you because you haven’t mowed the lawn in months. Fearful of takin a beatin, you head out to the old shed and drag out the busted-up mower. It cranks up after about fifty pulls and you force it into the knee-deep weeds for a few passes before it bogs down. You curse and flip the mower over and pick up an old stick to dig out the wet green pulp clogging up the shoot. Your older brother Chip, the one who constantly talks crap to you, has hit a pop-fly while playing baseball with the neighborhood kids in the freshly mowed yard next door. The ball descends from its invisibility, high in the sunny sky, while all the kids, slack-jawed and squinting, watch it fall and bounce right of the top of your head, while you cursingly dig out the under- mower. This conks you out, and sends you into a dream. An angel appears. She has wings made of Fir bows and sprinkles you with a type of pollen that somehow empowers you. You wake up in a rage and begin to smear the pulp from under the mower all over your face and arms. This transforms you into a green Hulk, and you sprint towards Chip, taking him down at the knees and reigning down blows like a 2001 Kubrick- ape with a Nicholson-The Shining face, as brass horns and hell-beaten tympanis crescendo in the distance. The neighborhood erupts with cheer for your win! There’ll be hell to pay though, and you run into the house and steal your older, punk rock sisters leather jacket and take off on your bike to your hide-out. You live in the forest now, surviving on shoplifted cans of Copenhagen Straight, Long-Cut like a young savage boss.

Last Season smells like what lives a bit deeper underneath the forest floor, the private teeming dark where mycelium threads wind through soil and small creatures conduct their business and pleasure and what-have-you under stones. Turn over a log, and there is a damp organic exhale, a little sneezy-shocking, a little sweet, something that was quietly happening without you and will resume the moment you put the log back. There is almost a campfire quality to it, not fire exactly, not the flame or the heat, but rather the ash settling back into earth, smoke absorbed into whorled bark and cool moss, and the soft bodies of things. This is the world Rien Poortvliet painted with such weird, goodnatured curious devotion, gnome lore, the integration of decay and domesticity, a hearth fragrant with leaf rot and good dark earth, a home where the worms are neighbors and the beetles are confidants and the mold on the rafters has been there longer than anyone can remember and belongs there, it practically holds the place together! This particular gnome has a tender heart and a melancholy streak and knows all the words to all the Cavetown and Haley Heynderickx songs and probably writes poetry about the smell of rain in autumn, the silhouette of a lone, tremulous dandelion on a late summer evening.

🍄 Mushroom Picking 🌲 Autumn, 1987. Deep in the Kashubian woods. I wake up at five in the morning; Grandpa is already in the kitchen, packing a pocketknife, a pack of "Klubowe" cigarettes, and a small bottle of moonshine into his old leather bag. He hands me a wicker basket and just nods toward the door. The forest smells heavy, damp, real. The oak moss beneath our boots is so thick that I sink in up to my ankles. Grandpa walks ahead in an old military jacket, its leather so worn it seems alive. Yesterday’s rain has soaked everything through, and each step releases the scent of rotting leaves, roots, and something animal. I find the first porcini, big as a fist, wet, smelling of earth. Grandpa smiles and lights a cigarette. The smoke mixes with the scent of birch, resin, and damp hay. He pulls the bottle from his bag. "To the forest," he says, and takes a swig. He smells of tobacco, alcohol, and the woods that linger in memory like a dream from long ago. We return in the evening. Grandma is cooking the mushrooms, but I do not wash my hands. I want to hold on to that scent a little longer: the moss, the soil, Grandpa’s leather, and the forest that was here before us and will remain when we are gone. @the.scent.files

Last summer I visited Grasse and attended one of those perfume-making workshops for tourists at Galimard. I made a grey amber-smelling green thing of galbanum, vetiver and oakmoss that I titled “Grey & Green”. Last Season is remarkably similar. The main difference is that where mine had a powdery floral heart of violet, iris and mimosa, Last Season instead adds to this green galbanum, smokey vetiver and dry oakmoss a ton of birch and leather, sending it on an overall more rugged, masculine journey. It goes from “green and grey” to tawny brown with dirty castoreum, parched oud and guaiac, and the buried nuance of something dark green like wilted spinach. I cannot account for the majority of the notes listed above and yet there is enough variation and evolution to this aromatic woody leather fragrance to make it more interesting than the average mascuine niche. However, it’s also more of a generic mishmash than the average vintage masculine...so I would sooner look to buying/wearing/exploring something like Rochas Macassar instead. 3.5 out of 5.

Surprisingly accurate mossy soil and dark forest after a rain. It'd be lovely but the menthol and bitter sticky mugwort overwhelm and last longer than the rest of the notes. The opening is complex and well-rounded, like stepping into a forest. But after drydown, I have to fight the lingering damp, bitter Vick's VapoWort effect to get back down to the soil, leather, and other notes. To me, this is largely unwearable, because of this combined with its 11/10 longevity, projection, and sillage. Seriously impressive, to the point Last Season could probably clear a room if you use more than a half-spray (or even less). Ye be warned, haha. Maybe only wear Last Season if you'll be spending the day in open air or by yourself. 😆 And maybe don't spray on your upper body. Perhaps consider layering with something else simple to round off that eternal bitter menthol+green: like evergreen, or maybe a light white floral for the touch of sweetness, or a smoky incense.

It is such a shame I can't handle my leather scents because I love everything behind this but the leather which is unfortunately at the forefront and too loud to deny it isn't there. This has a scent of a pair of Leather chaps that were forgotten by the rocks at a hook up spot at a nudist beach and have been slowly reclaimed by the ocean and it's life. Strong leather being eaten by a gorgeous briny/algae bloom. If you like unusual dank earthy scents like me but have the benefit of being able to enjoy leathers then this is a safe blind buy. This is a chemically, nose piercing leather though that borders on petrol-like fumes so I mean hard leathers that smell like you've just tanned hide with your strongest chemicals. I would love to smell this on anyone else but me, because in the air that leather isn't so harsh but on me, I can feel the headache bubbling.

I sprayed this on a strip and didn't like it, but I was assured it smelled better on skin. So I figure I might as well try it because you just never know. First impression, I didn't like it. As I was driving home, I got the moss notes and it was settling down nicely. By the time I got home I wanted to roll the windows down. My husband's first reaction was not a good one (I had been at a fragrance swap and he thought that was what I brought home). This was one of the worst fragrances I have ever smelled. I think it was the castoreum that I didn't like. The line of fragrances are very lovely, but this one was one I will never change my mind about. Had to shower and get it off, but I did have it on skin for well over an hour.

I'll start by saying that I LOVE the smell. But, and there's a big BUT, I had to scrub it off fast (or at least trying to). First time EVER that me and my partner couldn't breath properly because of a perfume. I've sprayed literally one spray on my arm in my livingroom/kitchen/office open space (big room) while one window and the backdoor are open. Two minutes later my partner came into the room, and first thing that came out of his mouth is the word DUST (before he even knew I sprayed anything). A few seconds later he starts coughing for 30 mins. Don't(!) spray it inside a room or next to other people. Shame as I really love the smell.

this is fall in a bottle to me. it's a gray chill day in a forest, after the rain with damp earth, walking on a carpet of fallen colorful, soft-but-not-yet-rotten leaves it smells like beetroot and artemisia and oakmoss and smoke and patchouli and woods to me, although i know there are a million notes and probaby zero matches with what i smell very evocative very masculine, earthy, smokey, dark...

This was not, could not be meant to be wearable. It's an experience. It's all the best and the worst of a deep woods walk in early fall. Rampant life, and the decay that comes so quickly afterward - and not just plant matter. Not pretty, but ingenious. I don't regret sampling it, but it is a nuclear bomb. Three days and many, many scrubs later, and I'm still catching faint whiffs of it.

Dark, strong and woody. One of my least favourite I’ve smelt out of all of the Meo Fusciuni collection. Nothing wrong with it. But I much prefer Notturno or Sogni etc. This lasted all day, in summer this is not doing much for me, so I will test again in the winter. It feels more like a winter fragrance especially when you are wearing layers of clothing.

After trying all of the MF perfumes, I have FBs of Little Song and L’Oblio. This might be a close third favourite. It really reminds you of a hike in the Nordic woods. Green, mossy, wet, and woody It’s heavy and complex, not a daily wear but something special. Would be nice in a 30ml bottle.

A heavy macho bomb, for sure! My least favorite in the line, as well. Fragrances like these give oud a bad name. Not getting anything vegetal/green at all, unfortunately. Would go out of my way to avoid close proximity to a person wearing this. It's just too damn desperate, imo.

So much depth. It starts off kind of pungent, i’m not gonna lie. The menthol and leather blend into something reminiscent of the dark, deep and wet woods. I find it fades fast into a dusty but beautiful grassiness. The leather of a boot coated in mud and dust snuffing out moss.