wildgratitude

I just got my hands on a partial bottle of this, and I love it. I definitely smell the incense, pine and cedar, though my nose is missing the ozone.

in the bottle: this really does smell like autumn. It smells like being in a pumpkin patch in the woods.

On my skin, however the death note that is patchouli takes over. Patchouli always makes me smell like a head shop.

Sorry to say, I think that this smells exactly like cherry cough syrup. Yuck.

When this stuff goes on, it's all pumpkin and fir needle. Then, as it dries down, I smell more of the tomato leaf.

All around excellent.

Perfect for warmer autumn days.

I am in love with this stuff. It's spicy, chocolatey, coffee goodness. I'm not sure that I actually smell pumpkin, though. More like cinnamon.

I am an admitted lover of dirt scents, so I was pretty sure that I was going to love this. When wet and first applied, it was very dirty, mushroomy, and earthy - like a Sumatran coffee. When it dried down I smelled the most lovely cedar, not the icky B.O. that cedar is sometimes misconstrued to be. Lovely, lovely, lovely.

This is really good. In fall I hunt for mushrooms for fun, and this scent reminds me of being in an old growth oregon forest, picking chanterelles in the deep humus of soil and evergeen needles on the forest floor. I agree with previous reviews that there is the faintest hint of coconut in the wet phase. I don't get a whole lot of the fungus smell (maybe the faintest whiff), but the most beautiful forest and clean humus smell, only sweeter. The soil scent fades first and it settles down into a sweet earthy and slightly evergreen scent. I would say throw is medium and after about 6 hours or so, my skin had mostly eaten it up. One of my favorites so far.

Wet, it's all sweetness and green.

Now that it's dry, I'm getting the fig but also...baby powder?

I think I'm going to have to own a bottle of this.

ADDED Oct. 1:

I don't know that I will ever love another perfume the way I love Strangler Fig. Wet, it's green, sticky, and sweet. It dries down to powdery figgy perfection - the smell of standing under a fig tree in Marseille during August.