Big Night

I don’t understand howmany of the reviews are saying this fragrance leans more masculine. To me, this is such an androgynous scent. Like truly unisex. I think it’s the pineapple, it makes it feel so bright and feminine, and then the other notes make it feel more masculine, the pineapple bites through consistently but the longer it sits on the skin the more the masculine side of it comes out. But to me, this is an androgynous unisex perfume. On my skin, the pineapple is STRONG and really bites through, so maybe that’s why I perceive it as more juicy snd a touch feminine thus my unisex comment. It’s complex and so layered. One of those scents that’s like addicting and you keep going back and smelling your skin up close to detect every last note.

Both a seer and an astrologer told me I would end up with an older man and I just smelled my sample of this and by god I hope he smells like this.

Q: "do i like you or do i want to be you??" A: yes

ds durga cowboy grass with a wink

Oof this is quite masculine on paper and on skin. Perfect for the late afternoon into the evening, strangely intoxicating... pineapple is subdued, i get much more of a blood orange accord, becomes slightly sour and then the bay leaf begins to materialize.. top notes really are subdued and what remains is the inside of a rather bougie hair salon. Aveda shampoo, slightly peppery but so clean. Oddly sexy but in an uncomfortable way.. like having a crush on your hot Spanish teacher in high school. Nice stuff but jarring and not exactly friendly in its opening.

This is pleasant and good for nighttime. Reminds me just a bit too much of the cologne my grandfather had in novelty shaped bottles (trucks, boots, etc). Definitely a more polished and less screechy version but I can’t unsmell it.

Maraschino vetiver, people. Not maraschino cherry. This is a soapy clean vetiver and bay leaf scent. It's tart and gauzy, almost like a grapefruit. I don't detect any pineapple or orange blossom. Solid projection!

This leans heavily weed plant on me. Like weed and pineapple and something Smokey. I like it. It’s unique. Don’t know that I need a bottle but would be a fun warm weather night out fragrance

was expecting this to be a little more fresh and aromatic based on the notes, but artemisia is also a new scent to me so I’m glad i got a sample and not the full size. it’s just too boozy for me, which I wasn’t initially expecting at all. it literally smells like I spent all night at the bar drinking pineapple cocktails and woke up with the gnarliest hangover ever, so much so that I can never touch a pineapple again

Big Night smells GROSS as hell to me, it's like over-sweet rotting pineapple juice barely masking the scent of sweaty pits?? it's evocative of being stuck in like, a cramped underground party while someone's trying to make cocktails or something, but i cannot get past how gross and sweaty the pineapple is

synthetic weed and fart if i’m being honest

From the UF website: May 30th 2024 Dearest A, I am writing this from the kitchen table, the very table we’ve spent many nights, dissecting everything over a bottle of wine. I see the alleyway outside, the same old mess of concrete and chaos you’re used to. I’ll cut to the chase. His name is M. Isn’t that a strong name? It crosses my lips easily, and I like saying it. He speaks in facts but also in metaphors, and his hands are calm, elegant, strong. He should be a poet. His limbs mirror mine, and we laugh a lot. We met at the party. It was a flirtatious and long night. It was a genuine one. His flawless charm warned me, but quickly won me. He listened and asked. I found myself wanting to learn about anything he spoke of. I wanted him to think I was intelligent before he thought I was captivating. Theres a difference! His theatre is one of assuredness. There is a soundtrack that comes with him. He comes to me exactly as I like, without having to be told. He speaks of the future in the conditional tense, a series of generous, realistic plans. A trip to Sicily. Moving to Montreal. Dinner on Thursday. It is the sheer plausibility of him that gets me. There is no fable to him, no twist I have to contort myself to fit. He is simply here. Like this table. Like the alleyway. His presence feels like a return to a room I had but didn’t know. One that holds all things precious to me, canopied. It’s less like coincidence and more like logic. Even the unknown feels different this time. It feels academic. One look at his calm, gentle face, his warm tones, the way he looks at me as if I could contain the entire understanding of time. I think I needed that reflection. I think perhaps this is a love affair of necessary drama, but also quiet natural formation. Erosion can be beautiful. Stillness has motion. Layer upon layer of ordinary, until it becomes something solid enough to build a life on. You might say I am doing it again, building a cathedral and sanctifying warmth because I am hungry. Listen, I am thinking it, too. But for now, the fact remains: there is M. And for the first time, that fact does not feel like the beginning of a familiar story. It feels like the end of one. I’ll call you soon. All of my love, C ============================================ Key notes: Maraschino Vetiver. Pineapple. Artemisia. Neroli. Bay Laurel. Musk. Characteristics: Velvet banquette, on-the-rocks, lucite candelabra, exquisite onyx cufflink ============================================ My Comment: To those expecting CHERRY.....do you think someone who composed all the above....to *describe* the atmosphere of her creation....would make a typographical error? She wrote *Maraschino Vetiver* not *Maraschino* , *Vetiver*. No CHERRY (or Maraschino) is listed in the Main Accords or in the Notes. There are, however, a lucite candelabra (not a chandelier), an exquisite onyx cufflink (one....not two), and a Velvet banquette (I'm guessing....a bit dusty). Song Reference: *Straight On* ~ HEART

Fuzzy, fizzy, syrupy pineapple/crushed bitter herbs/chewing tobacco/drinking far too many dirty shirley temples and leaving with a tummy ache. I need to wear this on nights out where I plan on getting drunk and giggly. Smells like the young (and irresponsible) uncle.

Smells like the handsome middle-aged boat salesman you meet at a beach party in Tijuana. He has sad, sincere eyes and hands that tell you he’s lived many lives. I’m gonna douse my boyfriend in this.

It’s possible that she’s using notes to make a maraschino scent? I’m pretty sure her Lilac perfume contains no lilac.

Strong pineapple and cannabis to my nose. Something sharp and like cloying rotting oranges and a bit of aftershave