Review of No. 101 Fragrance by DizzyEek

Cold air, earlier than intended. A place you've never been, and an ache that arrives before you've placed it. The opening is green and jagged. Citrus, then pine, crushed grass and wet herbs, with a cold metallic edge that isn't sterile: rainwater in a garden chair left out too long, or iron gone to rust. Weeds pulled up with the soil still on the roots. It's slightly confrontational about all of it, and I kept smelling my wrist anyway. Then blackcurrant, unripe, green-purple rather than jam. Chervil, dried herbs, a soft lily taking one edge off. Honestly? It stops behaving like a fragrance and becomes a very well-behaved hallucination: wet pavement, stems crushed on your fingers, pale light stretched too long across grass and concrete. Cumin warms it without crowding it, and it settles woody, herbal, faintly musky, like a body steaming in the cold once the work is done. It either gets you, or it doesn't. Moderate performance. The wild start softens, then sits close and intimate by the dry hours. Don't blind buy it. The first minute argues with you, and if you want clean woods or polished freshness, it won't meet you halfway. Fischersund No. 101: a place that doesn't need discovering to stay true. Has a fragrance ever made you homesick for somewhere you've never been? Tell me where. #FragranceCommunity #NichePerfume #QueerAesthetic #LavenderCloudsJD Instagram · @lavendercloudsjd