UNTITLED No.8 by Brent Leonesio

As a lover of florals or animalics I knew this one would be a winner and it did not disappoint. I know that it is supposed to contain civet. I small a huge amount of synthetic civetone and synthetic white musks as well as leather, tobacco. The jonquil provides just enough sweetness to contrast the bitter civetone. Natural civet has a very sweet fecal smell that this perfume lacks so this is why I believe it to contain civetone rather than natural civet tincture or absolute. The musk in it is very nice and powerful. It even reminds me a bit of some of the musk ketones and nitro musks that I have in my perfumer's organ. It is a long lasting oil that is not overpowering at all, in fact, sometimes it seems to stay very close to the skin and not project out much at all but then out of nowhere I will smell it, so I believe it must have better sillage than I think, but maybe it is a smell my nose gets nose blind to rather quickly. But to me this is a wonderful perfume for anyone who likes to get down and dirty with the animals and it not afraid to get dirty and smell like it.

This reminds me of those cozy, smoky lounges back in the 70's. Dimly-lit, walls carpeted, comfortable upholstery. Yes, the languid gasp of a daffodil is the sharpest knife in this drawer- come closer... Wow- my cats really dig me when I'm wearing this! The possibilities are endless tonight. Aren't these little bottles the cutest!? This actually smells like a guy's taint.

Dear Lord, this is one seriously animalic 'fume. Upon applying I was taken back to the first time I tried Muscs Koublai Khan and the way it made other purportedly raunchy perfumes seem cute in comparison. Nowadays, with MKK being a fragrance I wear regularly, something of a desensitization has happened to me, and it took a perfume as raw and musky as our feral furry friend No. 8 here to get that same reaction out of me. Musk and civet absolutely dominate the opening, with notes of brand new leather, narcissus, and fleshy white flowers just barely poking through the animalic haze that floats above a base of (actually rather inoffensive) oud like a thick, low cloud. The oud note here reminds me quite a bit of the smoke from Nippon Kodo's Morning Star aloeswood incense, which is to say it isn't a harsh oud like that which you'd find in Tom Ford's Oud Wood or the general category of Arabian perfumes, but a rather tame, lighter oud. The oud is just about the only thing tame about No. 8, though; the animalic notes don't become any less prevalent and they seem to bloom as the perfume oil permeates and blends with the oils from your skin. As far as I can tell, all the notes are base notes. It's as if somebody took MKK or Parfum d'Empire's Musc Tonkin and stripped them of any florals, spices, and ambery/powdery sweetness, then took the remaining fragrance and distilled it down to a strong concentrate. Though, as strongly scented as this oil is, it doesn't project very far and just sort of hovers over the skin, something that musk-heavy fragrances share in common in my experience. This, compounded with the fragrance being composed solely of base notes, means that nobody other than yourself and whomever may be within intimate distance is going to pick up on the scent. Heady stuff. Fans of hyper-animalic fragrances will be pleased, anyone expecting sharp, dirty oud will be disappointed. If you find Bal a Versailles or MKK to be too much, then this isn't for you. This smells different on everybody, so use common sense and try before you buy. A large feline, though not one which is kingly or majestic like a lion, but instead a beast more akin to a knight-errant, drying off upon a rock in the summer sun after a visit to the watering hole, its own imposing scent just barely perfumed by the local flora and carried off by the warm breeze, all the while baring its teeth, growling at the onlooker. the Knight of Swords card made fragrance

I could not wash this off fast enough. It literally made me feel sick. Smelled to me like the water in a vase when you've left the flowers in it way, way too long. Or, I'm sorry to say, a toilet, with just a hint of suffocating white florals. Perhaps it settles into something more pleasant later, but I just could not wait around for that. I don't mean to be rude--I'm just stressing that this is my experience. I am endlessly fascinated at how different people react to scents.

Unwashed sex toy is an almost apt description- I would take it a step farther to "crusty, never been washed, heavily used by an unshowered individual sex toy". Could not get this away from my nose fast enough. I feel like if the stereotypical unkempt, greasy haired, Cheeto powder stained wife beater wearing mullet having, oral hygiene lacking roofie having molester had a scent, this would be it. Vile, vile. Only fragrance to have ever turned my stomach.