Bucaro Royal

OK ok, I see notes pyramid and I do have Bucaro Royal on my hand. No grapefruit, raspberries, narcissus at all (thankfully no recognizable rose too), not that much of smoke or tobacco. High dose of dense vintage club couch leather for a start, which is bathed in such a dark, greenish-brown oily herbal bath that it almost doesn't even peek out. Bitter and astringent charge of wormwood, turmeric, lovage and curry (Immortelle or fenugreek if you like). Some may remind you of Jagermeister (but there is no alcohol finish here, nor is there a gram of sugar), others of spices for soup. It follows you across the entire street, even though the proton bomb sillage linearly falls into the skin scent, where it hides from the fifth hour (maybe if you don't skimp on the first application and really start it off with an extra spray). Signature, unique, blends into collection of Racine Carrée by Anatole Lebreton and 1740 Marquis de Sade by Histoires de Parfums.

Very similar to Babieca, the latter being a little sweeter, but still, redundant in style. I don't enjoy wearing realistic smoke accords in perfume, but I do appreciate the artistic value of the compositions Miguel did for this house.

Smells sort of like those artificial bacon bits

Masterpiece. Best way I can describe it is like a stale snickerdoodle room freshener for a very expensive hotel. It smells clean and slightly sweet. Very unique and pleasant.

This smells like straight up leather to me. A good quality perfume for those who want a leather forward smell, but that is not me.