Dead Dinosaur

Goddamn. Dead Dinosaur really sparked back up my love for weird perfumes. And it being from Snif? Wild. The last place I was expecting to find something like this. Read some of the reviews for it and honestly the negative ones are what convinced me into blind buying a full bottle. I have no regrets. The imagery is simple and oddly comforting. You're sat in a tattered, leather seated, metal chair in the tiny waiting room of a local mechanic shop. The white tiles beneath your feet are cracked, chipped, and streaked with black rubber marks. Theres a candy machine in the corner mostly emptied of its Mike and Ikes and it probably hasn't eaten a quarter since the 90s. The elderly woman currently being helped at the desk is not wearing any perfume but her Suave floral shampoo radiates like one. Jim, the greasy haired mechanic at the desk, taps away at the filthiest keyboard with chewed nails ringed with black. He's just come back from a smoke break, perhaps he never left and the smoke rising from under the desk is a still lit cigarette rather than a fire starting. Air compressors hum, impact wrenches whir and thud passed the glass window looking into the garage. You could not be more grateful for the standing fan swinging it's head around the oven hot room, as you pump strong hand sanitizer into your palms. Most everything I've tried from Snif has a synthetic note somewhere that kinda puts me off. But here it works fantastically. I find this strangely wearable. It lasts pretty long and radiates well. I love it. Also the name? The bottle? Are you kidding? This was made for me. That's all.

YUCKY! I LOVE IT! It’s giving me exactly what I wanted. The first spray is an earthy white floral, and then the gasoline hits you in the face. It doesn’t overpower the other notes, though, so it turns out smelling like sweet flowery gasoline. The pepper and ginger also add some spice in the dry down. I wanted this because the gasoline and magnolia combination reminds me of Mississippi where I grew up, so this is a very nostalgic scent for me — feel free to take this glowing review with a grain of salt. Granted, I have no idea where I would wear this, but I can’t stop smelling it. If you’re curious, it’s absolutely worth sampling!

This isn’t for everyone but for those that it was created for, that smell this for the first time, they may cry remembering the smell of someone they love most. I just received this in the mail and was so excited to test it, upon first spray, tears started welling up and it made me remember my mom’s hugs when I was a child and I immediately broke down and called her. This scent will never be sprayed again but I will keep this bottle forever. This is what perfumery is meant to be. The only form of scent-memory that can be bottled and for those that it touches, it invokes the most powerful flashbacks possible. Thank you, Snif.

Somehow, Snif captured my grandpa in a scent. It smells like gasoline spilled on hot concrete, a used ash tray, old man aftershave, and a mechanic's shop. It also smells a little dusty and dirty. I am OBSESSED with it. It's how I imagine the dive bar in Lana Del Rey's 'Ride' music video to smell. I bought a 10 ML, but will likely buy a full sized bottle when I burn through this. It's not an everyday scent, but I equate it to By The Fireplace by MM/Replica in terms of wearability...it's a scent you wear to evoke a certain vibe rather than simply "smell good."

The power of femininity ~ The smell of a mechanic who ties her hair back and wears classic heavy petal florals. A women's Dior Fahrenheit. The only issue with this scent for ladies is that weak men may find this intimidating and that could prove inconvenient. The only issue for men would be finding the openness and appreciation to complement such a powerful, feminine vibe because the finish is nothing but femme magnolia.