Inspired by the intoxicatingly woody, incensey scent of the greatest vintage rosewood guitars in history, Atlas Fever combines French niche perfumery know-how with the devil-may-care spirit of rebellion that defines rock n’ roll. Its name ? a clever twist on the name of its key raw material, Atlas Cedar ? is a clue: this scent is not a collection of plain, inert wood but a scent buzzing with a sense of frenetic, barely-contained energy.
The opening is fiery and smoldering, a tinder-box cedarwood charged and shot into the air with a burst of hot pink pepper and incense. Incredibly radiant, the oaky tones of the cedar and the smoky-bitter nuances of the gaiac accord billow around the wearer in a thick, spicy brown cloud for a while, before mellowing out into an incredibly lush, creamy surround sound system of real sandalwood, almondy tonka bean, and earthy black vanilla pod. If you love the potently-balsamic, ambery-woody orientals of recent years such as Armani Privé Myrrhe Impériale or Guerlain‘s Songe d’un Bois en Eté, then you’ll love Atlas Fever. Wearing this, there’s no doubt you’ll make an impression, even surrounded by hundreds of other people at a rock concert.