Viride

One of my favourite fragrance from Orto Parisi! Smells amazing, this masterpiece smells exactly like fragrance what i want to find for a long time and finally I found it. All i know about this fragrance before: Green fragrance, bring someone good memories or bring back to childhood. So i don't expect anything really good or gorgeous. HOW IT SMELLS: I will not say exactly, as I am writing from memory. Well, to begin with, it smells like a real forest, everything I wanted to find, as I already said. The forest composition is played beautifully, masculine, and most importantly realistically! Compared to my other favorite forest perfume, Orlo by Mendittrosa (you can view the review in the profile) it is more realistic, but not at all sweet. While Orlo smells like a sunny meadow of flowers in the middle of the forest with a little bitterness and an earthy undertone, Viride smells like the rawest forest after the rain,in which you can feel the wet leaves on the ground, the moss on a fallen rotten tree, to be honest, I didn't even believe that it was a perfume, and not the smell of the Slavic forests to which I am so used, I don't want to keep quiet about how this perfume changes over time, and I can't help but compare it to Orlo again. At the end, these two aromas become different, harsher, Orlo loses the sweet accords from the flowers, and becomes just a dry harsh, maybe tropical forest, and Viride becomes woody, dry, the shades of foliage and moss weaken a little, the smell of streams and wood shavings appears, it resembles a sawmill, and this does not mean that it becomes bad, it becomes niche and unique, maybe someone will find a note of medicine, somehow the perfume is very earthy and forest, so it can resemble various medicines that are made from the roots of certain plants, but it doesn't smell like medicine to me. If you're wondering what kind of tree it smells the most, I think it's a pine or any other conifer. Now I feel like I don't have enough words to describe the beauty of these two fragrances... But now I understand people who say that this perfume takes me back to my childhood, this perfume reminds me of my father's deserted village where I used to spend time. CONCLUSION: Worth every penny, the unique aroma, persistence and trail adheres to the standard of perfumes by Alessandro Gaultieri, one of the best perfumes for spring and from the entire Ortо Parisi line (for me it's either number 1 or number 2, only Seminalis competes with it). RATING: LONGEVITY:10/10 SILLAGE:10/10 (Idk for sure, it's based on the characteristics that were on the paper blotter) SCENT:10/10 Top notes: 10/10 Dry down: 9,5-10/10 (it smells only a little worse than at the beginning, maybe I'm trying to find negatives where there are none, and all because I'm sure that Orlo can't be that much worse (2 points)) OVERALL:10/10 Hmmm, it turns out that Viride is better than Orlo, seriously, I wouldn’t say so, Orlo is certainly a little worse, but not by that much, not by such a margin of 2 points out of 10, especially since I can’t say exactly about the train Viride. If I have something to add later, I will definitely write about it.

First of all I must say that I am in love with this scent, and somehow that makes it far more difficult than usual to describe - as though the associations and emotions cloud my nose. I'm happy with the performance overall, but I had hoped it would have a similar extreme longevity as others by Alessandro Gualtieri (Nasomatto Pardon for an example of one I've tried) but on me it sits about 3-4 hours (edit: my partner says he can still smell it on me after 6 hours, but he can't really make out notes only that I am wearing a scent). Initial spray brings a wave of established bohemian garden, not a flower garden but a verdant and cooly humid earthen space. The greenness is fairly mossy which I love, and it reads perfectly unisex to my taste. It evokes a slightly fantastical image of a classic european forest growing inside of a warm wooden house where you sit by the fire with someone you love. After 30 or so minutes of unfolding wandering scent it stabilises into something new that reminds me of tree bark after rain, folded jumpers in hardwood drawers, but not straight up resinous woods. There's a light hint of animalic in the dry down, but nothing at all offensive to my taste. When it blends with my skin I sometimes think I'm smelling the tiniest bit of spice tempered by dirt, and at other times a faded hint of petrichor as though travelled through the halls of an old building. Suffice to say that I don't agree that it's just a linear, old fashioned, cookie cutter fougere as some negative reviews seem to find it. It's a fougere with a few secrets hidden down the garden path, and I'm happily chasing their shadows. Edit: Having now received my FB, I have to add that the packaging and presentation, bottle, and cap, are all of absolutely exceptional quality. I feel that Gaultieri strives to invite a sort of reverence or ritualism to our engagement with the application of scent here, and that it succeeds at least in the unboxing. I am hesitant to dispose of the box! But I will be strong, as I must not become the type whose sentimentality fills rooms from floor to ceiling. This scent reminds me of that, with its hay-harvest un-soapy cleanness (not that it isn't quite a dirty smell at points, but there is a herbal cleanness that evokes unpolluted nature and organic agriculture) - as though whispering from my wrist "you don't need clutter". The more fragrances I smell, the more I love this. It's unique. It's perfect. Also, it has better longevity than I first thought, in that after it's faded away I ocassionally get a brief delicious whiff of it when moving my arms.

The night is thick with the scent of damp earth and growing things. You find yourself walking through an ancient forest, the kind where the trees stretch up so high they seem to touch the stars, their canopies filtering the light of the moon into soft beams. The air is cool, refreshing, and heavy with the richness of nature, the ground beneath your boots spongy with moss and pine needles. You wear a Berluti suede jacket, its deep brown hue blending with the earth, while your boots move soundlessly, the quiet crunch of leaves beneath you the only sign of your passage. There is a stillness, a reverence to the forest, as though time itself pauses to allow you to take it all in. The fragrance that clings to your skin is Viride by Orto Parisi—a scent that mirrors the forest itself, both fresh and ancient, green and raw. It opens with the sharp bite of green notes—clary sage and basil—like the crisp air you inhale, the first touch of nature as you wander deeper into the woods. The scent is alive, effervescent, like new growth breaking through the earth after the first rain. There’s an earthiness, a warmth to the fragrance, as the fresh green notes start to settle into the heart of the fragrance, where moss and cedarwood begin to emerge, grounding the scent in the deep, woody richness of the forest floor. As the fragrance deepens, it takes on a darker, almost animalic quality. The musk and patchouli combine with the raw greenness to evoke the deeper, wilder parts of nature—the uncharted, untamed places that lie beneath the surface. It’s not just a fragrance of nature’s surface beauty, but of its wild, mysterious heart, the scent of leaves, wet bark, and earth, rich with life and secrets. Viride is a fragrance that calls you to explore the unexplored, to embrace the beauty in the raw, untouched parts of the world. It is the scent of a man who feels at home in the wild, who is grounded in nature’s power and mystery. A fragrance of contrasts, it balances freshness and depth, lightness and darkness, the human and the untamed. It is a journey into the very heart of nature, one that lingers, a whisper of the forest, long after you’ve left it behind.

That's first and foremost patchouli. It's a bit earthy, a bit chocolaty (not much), but first and foremost green and fresh. It’s not musty, not punchy, very clean green woody and soily, bitter. There's also some eucalyptus-like freshness in the opening (delicate, not aggressive) and the lots of the minty aspects of patchouli. I'm surprised, I’d bet my hand on it that there’s incense in here - a lot of it (or maybe it comes from cade oil?). The base is overdosed on cedar/pine/juniper and palo santo notes (and, of course, the patchouli). Don’t listen to the ‘minimalist approach’. This is very complex, they just have untrained noses. I’ll add sage, rosemary, even some oud to the mix, a bit of animalics, some leather, thyme, tonka, star anise, geranium, carnation, clove, Vetiver, oak moss, tarragon - and I’m sure there’s more, I’m just forgetting something or can’t distinguish it. This does smell A BIT like those thin mint-filling pralines (After Eight these are called in my country) especially in the opening before it gets incensed and ever more soily bitter. This very slightly reminds me of Imaginary Authors' Cape Heartache, except the fact that there's no fruit in here, and Cape Heartache has lots of strawberry. It's not the same, but if you forget the fruit and wait an hour these are in the same ballpark. Not office safe, not everyone likes patchouli. To me that's a spring, early autumn fragrance, daytime. Will last you a whole day, but the projection becomes moderate in about 5 hours. Now, a very personal note - this screams clean, bitter, green masculinity. Of course, nobody can tell you what you can, or cannot wear but me personally? I know not a single woman that fits this fragrance’s profile. This is a very green woody Fougere.

Viride – Orto Parisi I reached for Viride because I read: "green, herbal, forest-like, wild." And yes, I got exactly what I wanted. Only in the version: an abandoned garden after the apocalypse. The first hit smells as if someone took freshly cut grass from an old cemetery, mixed it with wormwood, mugwort, and lavender, then threw it all into a damp cellar where nobody has opened a window for twenty years. After an hour it becomes genuinely beautiful — a dense, feral, obscene forest. As if you walked deep into a spruce forest after rain, where the soil is wet, needles stab your ankles, and the air smells of rotting leaves, old tobacco, and the musk of a rutting stag who has just finished ruining everyone's peace. In the base, that classic Orto Parisi green dirt appears: wet bark mixed with the sweat of a man who spent all day turning soil with his bare hands, then wiped himself with nettles and sage. The whole thing smells like a grandfather's abandoned garden after nature finally took legal ownership: everything has overgrown, everything is rotting, everything reeks of life. There are no flowers here, no powder, no "fresh laundry." This is raw, bitter, green nature with its teeth bared. Longevity? Like an absinthe hangover. On skin it sits for twelve to fourteen hours. On clothes — until the next wash. On the psyche — for life. Marketing says "Aromatic green fragrance." They should have written "For people who want to smell like a wild forest after animal orgies and botanical decomposition." Rating: 10/10 This is not perfume. This is wet, bitter, green poetry about how nature would absolutely destroy us all if it had thumbs. I will buy another bottle as soon as I finish therapy and bury the last polite remains of my femininity.