Anarchist A-

Picked this up a few months ago, I liked it but I couldn't really figure it out. At first I could smell something like a hot summer afternoon walking down an unpaved, wooded trail, you drop your bag and what was a fresh pile of cash/change in the bottom of your cool purse has turned into a waxy sticky mess when you realize the ball pen busted all over a rock, covered in ink (your loose change is coated in some bug spray or sunscreen) and the only way to retrieve your valuables is to cover yourself in ink in the baking sun. I get it now, (Italy) I can see the woman she is the devil wearing Prada, she has red patent leather pumps on and is walking through her lush green courtyard to her convertible. Her clothes smell like fresh, clean linens, the disaster struck after she meticulously put herself together for the day. After realizing the ink has not only made a mess of the innards of her expensive bag, in a shuffle she sees it is all over her shoes, and she has began to sweat. She calls for help. Her driver runs towards the courtyard with a bottle of sparkling water, the mistress grabs the bottle and dumps it on her shoes, she snatches his handkerchief and proceeds to start rubbing in a frenzied effort to rid herself of the "filth." She is notorious to arriving to board meetings a little tipsy. Flustered, she orders her driver to pour her a drink as she urges him inside, following closely behind, covered in ink, sweat, and "holy water" or her guilty attempt to absolve her sins. As she makes it inside, she downs the whiskey she was given and grabs her black patent pumps instead and orders for another shot. She finds a plump white cotton towel and does her best with the ink on her hands and bag. She knows she will be late, she did her best to clean up, but her eyes are now bloodshot, and the powder she used to try to freshen up with mixed with her damp mascara and sweat. They head out. And this is what she smells like.

I love this one! At first, it strangely reminds me of a Bic pen, but that impression disappears into something far more evocative. It smells exactly like the church I grew up in. This isn't warm incense or golden candlelight. It's cold. Stone floors after rain. Holy water. Melted candle wax. The faint smell of a priest's robes as he walks past. Fresh skin. Clean sweat. Winter air drifting through an old building. When I wear it, I'm back at a long Easter Mass. I'm a child again, sitting at the end of a wooden pew while dusk slowly settles outside. The stained-glass windows throw muted colours across the stone walls as the priest delivers his sermon. Everything is still. Quiet. Almost unnervingly so. Then another image appears. An empty room with faded yellow walls. Bare except for a chair. Cold enough that every sound lingers. It isn't frightening, but it carries the same strange solitude as a confessional, somewhere between sanctuary and isolation. That unsettling emptiness is what makes this fragrance so compelling. I showered wearing it, and I could still smell it on my skin the following day. It eventually melts into a soft skin scent, but it refuses to disappear completely, as if it wants to stay close rather than announce itself. I've never smelled another fragrance quite like this. It's clean without being soapy, sacred without smelling overtly religious, nostalgic without becoming sentimental. Haunting, contemplative, and quietly beautiful. One of my favourites from the house.

There's no doubt that the notes are there for 1. Shock Value and 2. Telling of a story. And look where it's got me. You cannot help but be intrigued. You WANT to try this. Job done, I must say. Bizarre notes and marketing aside, this is a creatively crafted scent, and the creator's honest attempt at the craft does come through. The first 3-5 mins is a little confusing. I could not detect any note other than ink. In a few minutes, a boozy freshness comes in. You know the warmth you feel inside when you down a shot of whiskey or tequila, and your nostrils dilate and your brain feels the burn? That. Warm, but fresh. 🥃 Then comes a phase where this smells like wet concrete/marble. To imagine it, think of the Holy Water Stoup or Font in an old church. Water and Stone. This is a very unique smell that most Christians will be aware of. ✝️ After that a calm antique wood and frankincense takes over, and it stays there for the rest of the journey. 3.0 out of 5? Clearly mostly by people who've never tried it. This is artistic, not mass pleasing. Give it a try, and you'll weirdly long for more. My Ratings: Scent: 9/10 🎖️ Uniqueness: 10/10 🎖️ Packaging: 9/10 🎖️ Longevity: 9/10 🎖️ Sillage: 8/10 Price: 7/10 Smelly Cat on YouTube

I had the opportunity to test this on my skin at a fragrance swap and man oh man is it gorgeous. Honestly, I tried Anarchist Antichrist for the novelty. I did not expect to enjoy it, especially because my prior experience sampling Empty Wishes Well was underwhelming, but here I am writing a positive review. I must have smelled over 50 niche perfumes today, and this one was my favorite. Anarchist Antichrist is surprisingly wearable, at least on my skin. It is warm and inviting while maintaining uncanny and offputting qualities that make me do a double-take and come back for more. Don't ask me how or why the combination of maple-tinged whiskey, the slightly burnt/animalic scent of ink, and the abrasive synthetic smell of plastic is appealing because I'm a bit baffled myself. All I know is that I can earnestly see myself wearing this on a regular basis and would like to add a full bottle to my collection one day, if not for the Toskovat scalpers and rising prices. Perfume is a hell of a drug.

Plastic, money, ink, church-y incense woody. The whiskey isn't coming to the front for me. I am trying to decide if the snow is of the naughty variety or if it's actual fallen snow. I do smell the naughty kind, it's very distinctive. The closest thing I can compare it to is opening a bag of quinoa for the first time. I am getting a note of polyester kinda fabric, I'm assuming this is priest clothes. I love how people are getting so annoyed with this aspect of it. Use your brain. Think about fabrics that a priest could be wearing. Close your eyes, and sense if you smell it. If you don't, it doesn't mean it's imaginary. We all are having different experiences with our senses. Anyhow, this smells really good on me and I'm sure it will smell even better on my husband eeeee :)

Honestly, I only found this scent because I was hunting around the "notes" section in this site. I was intrigued by "priest robes" scent and my eyes just kept getting bigger as I read the entire profile but I must say... I love this scent.. I think it could skew on the side of masculine but it is unisex in my opinion. I wouldn't claim to have a sophisticated nose, but to me it is a bit spicy with warmth and something slightly sweet, but not edible or like sticking your nose in a bouquet. It's fresh and I keep catching whiffs long after applying, which is rare for me. It lasts a long time and it makes me feel vibrant and confident. I'm definitely going to be purchasing one of the spray options, only sad that it is about the same price as Creed!

A Xerox printer that's been running for hours is on the verge of overheating. Mother of God, it's true. It's all true. You may be perplexed. Should you order a sample vial? DO IT—TOSKOVAT is the REAL DEAL. These scents of theirs are brilliant, photorealistic, olfactory journeys. Yes, it finishes like priests' clothes, what can I say? Yes, it starts with plastic and snow, brings you next into the real scent of money, and that many a fragrance house has playfully toyed with but has never done it like this. This is paper money, man. Dirty and familiar with the hustle. You're left in a five-hundred-year-old church, which has been burning incense daily for the same amount of time.

This is a truly beautiful creation. Urban, creative, original. Stays well on the skin, good sillage. Elegant, UNIQUE and hard to describe. Unlike most pedantic reviewers in here (that are anything BUT those 3 things) that leave shit comments without ever smelling the perfume, I actually couldn't care less what the 'real formula' is - I love the fact this young perfumer can create smells that are familiar to real life, day snippets, memories of many things. I encourage everyone to try this first and let themselves surprised at the beautiful scent this leaves on the skin 5 minutes later.. This is truly an incredible work

Can't get over this gorgeous creation. After many months from simply trying it on from my friend, I m still here in awe today wearing it. Forget the notes,forget the hype. This makes lost memories arise. This is pure emotion. Suspension. It's a powerful time capsule. Smells like quality solitude and sacred, empty space for insights and enlightening. Super weird, gorgeous. Incredible. It's being in a place and time disconnected from the present moment. I love the feeling. Pure sorcery. I feel like inception in my brain going from one level to another. If I had to pick two words : suspension and insight. Crazy 🖤🖤🖤

(F/37yo) I've smelled this few days ago and I really want a decant to test it on the skin. My initial thoughts after smelling this on a paper strip is quite shocking. This isn't as bad as I thought it would be. More so, I'd buy it. This is a whole mood... It's plastic-y, probably from the waxy nuances, but not in a bothering way. It's ink-y, boozy like a chapel's private office after a mass... but the priest sitting there is far from any good. "Broken promises". I want to smell like this on darker days.

Like walking into a very very very old European hospital with granite floors except you are paying American prices. This perfume is extremely sterile. Smells like a mix of latex gloves and alcohol, the smell of getting vaccinated. I love it. Someone said I should wear it during halloween and that makes so much sense to me. The notes are surprisingly true. The credit card/ plastic smell but more woody. Not feminine at all but wouldn’t say its masculine either. 10/10 sensory experience.

Love LOve LOVE ! LOve Toskovat and his idea of what perfumery should be like, very Proustian. Perfume should be a memory trapped in a bottle. A feeling. A specific slab of brain soup and emotions. I love a few of his creations, some are really so particular that i love, but couldn't wear on the daily and only for very special momentums. This one made a lasting impression on me and i find it incredible and beautiful to wear. Delicious. LOVE !

I keep going back to this fragrance after being so insulted by it. The first smell was plastic and harsh and then on the second round I saw the vision. It's like a romantic version of Patrick Bateman would wear this. It's severe and mean, but terribly, terribly charming. I hate myself for loving this and how often I wear it. It's probably perfect if you're trying to get into your villain era.

Actually smells good. Like a church, with a lot of candle wax but in a good inoffensive mysterious way. Though i can't hear any snow or credit cards plastic bags in it (unfortunately). Projection and longevity is beastly amazing so 30ml variant is more than enough for a season or two. If you want to smell like priest, or some other mysterious cultist - this is your must have.

Crazy pungent, only perfume thats ever burned my sinuses, i have to smell it the way you smell chemicals in a labortarory, wafting the fumes towards my nose with my hand, otherwise it genuinely hurts. It smells amazing tho, very strong alcoholic tobacco ish extremely primal evil its genuinely the best perfume i ever bought, im buying the full bottle as soon as i can.

I really like this. It starts off very plasticy, but after a while on skin, that plastic smell fades down a bit, and it starts to smell amazing. I love The whiskey note. Anarchist A is strong and unique fragrance, not for everyone. I get why people would disslike this due to the boozy plasticy wax that hits you right after spraying it, but the dry down is amazing!!

I have a sample :-) I love it, I am sure the creator tried to create these specific notes and I must say it's a love from me! It's strong!! Very bizzare smell like old antique wood incorporated with floral oils! I really like this one as crazy as it's sounds it's actually a very good unique scent !

The opening smells likes a strong peated whiskey, to the extent it felt like I had a swig and burnt my nose hairs. I really enjoy the dry down. I get beautiful incense, the woods and resin are very rich and sexy. I can see my self wearing this on date night and feeling like a true femme fatale.

You guys realize that it doesnt actually smell like "credit cards" and "snow" right? It's trying to allude to the fact that it smells photorealistically of cocaine, amongst other things. One of my favorite niche fragrances ive ever had the pleasure of wearing. Truly is a work of art.

I tried putting a plastic bag over my head to get the note but I couldn't breathe!!!! Had to tie it up to be sure I'd smell it too. So sad I nearly died lmao :( As for the snow note, I totally don't get that. But then again, I usually smell my snow through a rolled up $5 note.