Nekro Dellamorte

"God is not the author of death" Here is the complete notes list from The Fragrance Engineers' website: Lymph, Blood, Pus, Fungus, Mold, Body Odor, Jasmin Absolute, Urine, ,Hyacinth, Leather face, Vulva accord, Champagne, Gasoline ,Lipstick, Dank room Trepidation and anxiety as I spray on Nekro Dellamorte. I have been bitten before. I am literally frightened of a perfume. The initial blast of excrement and bestial notes is nothing short of shocking. Upon first whiff, this juice lashes out like a feral animal. Yes, Barbara, they're coming to get you and you *are* in a horror movie. After the violent top notes have had a couple minutes to do their thing, Nekro Dellamorte congeals into something reminiscent of Ed Gein's farmhouse. It's definitely got a palpable "barnyard" note, but there's also a strong "fecal, urinous, decaying psychedelic basement" quality. Nekro Dellamorte reminds me of a particularly sketchy illegal venue circa 2007-12 that was formerly an auto repair shop, and always had mysterious puddles of water(???) on the floor. It's a moody, moldy, menacing scent. However, like the two films for which it is named, in spite of the egregious gore and nastiness there *is* something oddly feminine and almost sensual about it. Maybe it's the vulva element? The notes list sounds quite gimmicky, but in the context of its concept, Nekro Dellamorte is a very well-blended fragrance. The urine, mold, and dank room notes shine through the fecal and animalic aspects admirably, and it's all quite evenly blended. I do get the vulva and lipstick accords from this one. I believe I can even detect the jasmine in some capacity, but white florals are always wildly indolic on me, so it might just be the "body odor" accord, TBH. The description on The Fragrance Engineers' website says that Nekro Dellamorte is about "Love, death and the beauty of life." It almost sounds like the perfumer is trying to market this as a death-positive fragrance, tapping into the idea that our inevitable end does not attenuate or nullify life, but affirms and completes it. I like this idea, but to be completely honest I'm not getting it here. The photorealistic rotting note is a nasty and jarring reminder of the fate of all flesh. There's no Marilyn Monroe Hollywood dead hot chick glamor here, no treacly spiritualist Victorian sentimentality, nothing to mitigate or dignify your mortality. There's only an unwholesome, sweaty dread and the grisly corp(se)oreality of one's own body moving daily towards its doom. You can practically picture the light going out of somebody's eyes. There are many niche frags out there that are purportedly meditations on death. Even just scanning my own shelf, I see death-oriented offerings from Alkemia, Chris Rusak, and Barrister & Mann. Out of all of the perfumes I have encountered in this genre, Nekro Dellamorte is the most authentically thought-provoking one, as well as the scariest. I love gory films, and strongly feel that representations of horror help to relieve the hollowness and fatigue of dehumanizing modernity. The idea of translating this into fragrance is immensely appealing for me, but this is a beast of a different kind. I'm thankful for my time with Nekro Dellamorte, but I gotta say that this is one sick puppy. Which begs the final question: Who, exactly, is this fragrance for? I live in a basement apartment stuffed with horror memorabilia and niche perfume. I love the concept of perfumery as conceptual art and I don't shy away from animalic scents. I am the platonic ideal of the target audience for this fragrance, and I find it unwearable. I would be mortified to take out of the house, and wouldn't even put it on around my boyfriend. And yet, the urge to get a FB is strong. Will I wear it? No. Am I obsessed with it? Absolutely. Currently wearing Nekro Dellamorte for a cozy October night in, watching particularly gory horror movies. Is it going to give me nightmares? I'll be a little disappointed if it doesn't. Happy Halloween.

The night I got this perfume I threw up everywhere. Probably not related but now that's what I associate this with. To me it smells like being stuck in a Saw trap in an abandoned meat packing plant. This was the perfume that made my boyfriend say "oh no" when I told him I was getting more perfumes and I had to assure him they wouldn't smell this bad. I wouldn't wear it in public but I wish I was confident enough to. In my opinion it's not as intense as the description makes it out to be, but I love it regardless. I disliked it for a while but now I absolutely adore it.

"God is not the author of death" Opens with the sticky sweet smell of funeral flowers Acompanied by earthy and green notes And that of animalic fur and musks Like a funeral home run by a woman in fur and diamonds Gothic chic Very strong animalic notes but accompanied beautifully with (decaying) flowers

Super Safe Blindbuy, This is a citrusy, sweet fresh panty dropper scent. Perfect for any occaision

imagine you are the smelly girl in class and you occasionally have a ring of visible dirt around your neck. Now imagine you accidentally soil yourself in public and do the best you can to clean up in a truck stop bathroom. you rinse your panties in the sink and maybe dab your pants dry. then you heavily spray your grandmothers perfume all over yourself to cover the scent of piss. you find the situation very arousing. this is the smell of that truck stop bathroom after you leave. definitely jasmin, definitely pussy and the smallest amount of piss. sexual in the awkward, fumbling way. the mechanics of fucking an actual corpse not the sexy imagining of undead lovers. i think it delivered on the source material though i wish it was a little more mysterious good projection however (though in this case maybe unpleasant). friends within 3ft could smell me a few hours after applying and could be smelled from across the room when initially applied. if this perfume was a color it would pantone cool gray 9

this is the rotted, dead sister to Marlou's Poudrextase mortifying, ghastly... the only perfume I've ever experienced that provoked a nightmare. I don't think it was a coincidence that the night this arrived, I had a dream there was a corpse in my attic that I was trying to move, but every time I touched the box it was in, I further ruptured and released the smells of the body.