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Musc Ravageur
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Musc Ravageur by Frederic Malle is a spicy oriental fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2000, the nose behind this composition is Maurice Roucel. The top notes unfold lavender, tangerine orange, bergamot, coriander and neroli; the heart reveals cinnamon, cloves, iris root, rose and osmanthus; while the base notes land on musk, vanilla, tonka bean, amber, sandalwood, guaiac wood, cedar, animal notes and patchouli.
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A modern and opulent reinterpretation of great animal classics. Very rich and addictive gourmand dry-down. A great fragrance.
I tried a sample a few weeks ago. I’ll be honest: you can tell it’s high quality, very well balanced and with good longevity… But it hasn’t convinced me to the point of giving a ‘wow’ effect. I agree entirely with blackened. For me, it also turns out to be a recreation of the heavy fragrances of the past, but with a more relaxed and modern touch. When I applied it, it seemed very similar to Muscs Koublai Khan due to that animalised side of the musk, but as it dried, it basically smelled sweet and playful. Of musk, yes, perhaps some trace. What stands out most is the amber and the vanilla. I recognise it’s undoubtedly high quality and pleasant, but it doesn’t offer anything new. And to pay €175 for a 100 ml bottle… I wouldn’t be able to do it for now.
Musc Ravageur is a clear example of oriental perfumery. Although I prefer other orientals, I recognise it’s very well assembled. The musk is noticeable but not overwhelming. What stands out most is the dry-down: amber, sandalwood and vanilla. In conclusion, it’s a rich and sensual fragrance with great longevity. Perfect for the cold. Scent: 7, Originality: 6, Longevity: 8, Sillage: 7, Versatility: 6, Overall rating: 6.8.
To me, it’s a very sweet perfume, quite wearable, although perhaps lacking in originality. It smells very good; you can tell the ingredients are first-class, it has good performance and follows current trends, but after trying it today, I’ve been left a little indifferent. If it cost half the price, I might consider buying it, but I think there are similar options and much more affordable ones. Scent: 8, Longevity: 7, Sillage: 6, Value for money: 4, Versatility: 8, Overall: 7.5.
I’ve made it… bags of vanilla and powdery iris straight out of the bottle. I like it, the longevity is as good as you want and a bit more. Totally recommended, a 10.
It’s one of my favourite fragrances, a luxury for the nose and a masterpiece for the man of yesterday, today and tomorrow. On my skin, it’s madness in terms of longevity and projection, the kind that makes you want to live. It suits all seasons, like most good perfumes.
One word for this fragrance: FABULOUS.
A fragrance my best friend would describe as ‘bookish’. What a magnificent Musc Ravageur this is. Yesterday I tried Lolita Lempicka’s L and today wanted to compare their performance; yes, they share nuances. It’s an extremely powdery amber; at first it’s like burying your nose in a jar of ground cinnamon with smoky woods. I catch a hint of bitterness, which I think is the orange. Over time, it turns into clean, elegant vanilla, gaining sweetness. It denotes maturity, though each has its own way. I don’t know why I see my father wearing it with such joy, but if I were to buy it, it’s worth more than a shroud and I think the price is justified.
It’s a brutal olfactory experience. Smells like custard with powdered cinnamon, but of the highest imaginable quality, supported by a solid woody base. It’s mind-blowing, honestly. Although I’d never buy it for the price and the style, as an experience, it’s on another level.
Right, it’s a clone of Ungaro pour L’Homme II, that collector’s classic by Jacques Polge. They share that resinous base of amber and civet which smells like depilatory wax, just like Aldo Ravin’s Pure Amber. The difference is that the dry-down here is sweeter, almost vanilla-like, but ultimately they’re nearly identical.
Without sounding arrogant, I declare that this juice is definitely not for beginners or those playing it safe. It’s a bold, heavy, and complicated affair. It’s like Picasso or Soutine’s abstract painting: the individual components make no sense, but the whole work acquires a beautiful fluid form. The fragrance should be appreciated as art. Musk predominates, with brief, well-orchestrated appearances of lavender, tonka, vanilla, and cedar. The balance creates a beautiful harmony. Best used outdoors on a very cold day, where it blooms and shows its true colours. Only handle it gently when spraying, as it has enormous sillage and a lifespan of over 8 hours.
I expected something very different after reading the reviews. It hasn’t disappointed, but as a fan of spiced vanillas, it hasn’t particularly surprised me. What did surprise me is that, despite musk being a star note, it’s not overwhelming and is so well harmonised, which is much appreciated. The opening is fresh and aromatic, but with the mask on and shop assistants watching, I could only comment on the dry-down, which is when I could smell it in peace. It’s a delicious, suggestive, and very sensual base. A bit heavy and dense, more suitable for cold climates. Vanilla, tonka, creaminess of sandalwood, amber… what could go wrong? It’s a good example of ambered vanilla with quality ingredients and composition, but it’s not original; it doesn’t tell any new story. However, as an olfactory journey, it’s a recommended stop.
The most delicious rice pudding I’ve ever had the chance to spray… Deli deli… One of my great loves without a doubt.
A house classic. What stands out most is the vanilla combined with the musk, with a tonka bean base that softens the ‘dirty’ aspect of the earlier notes. It conjures the scent of someone sweating during sex: that dirty yet rich aroma that you’re passionate about. I don’t detect any rice pudding scent, but every nose is a world; no problem using it in any season (watching out for triggers) and climate. I see it as unisex leaning towards masculine. Longevity is approx. 8 hours on skin and two more projecting, the latter within a metre. Without a doubt, an excellent perfume that must be in your collection.
Musc Ravageur is a unisex version leaning towards masculine of my beloved ‘cinnamon bombs’. I didn’t like the opening: the blend of musk, lavender, and clove was dissonant and too animalistic, like a failed aftershave. But a few hours later, it transforms into a delicious fragrance, citrusy, ambered, woody, with cinnamon and vanilla. I like its tonka bean, which usually displeases me. As it dries, it’s perfect for cold weather: cosy and enveloping without dominating the space. However, the opening is too much for me. It smells 90% like Mehareés by L’Erbolario; its opening is less unpleasant but its dry-down isn’t mixed as well. Given the 200€ price difference, I’d opt for Mehareés. It also resembles Alambar by Laboratorio Olfattivo, though its dry-down is less refined and its price less competitive than Mehareés. Pleasant: 7/10, Interesting: 7/10, Versatile: 7/10, Original: 4/10.
It’s a mossy, spiced, and slightly sweet lavender. The opening is mossy and vintage, evoking old men’s perfumes. Then the star clove and cinnamon appear, accompanied by a warm vanilla that makes it cosy. As it dries, it takes on a woody, ambered, sweet, and creamy character, very special. Although it’s unisex, I believe it shines in its full glory on men’s skin. It’s rich and sexy, but not very modern; it’s vintage and aimed at mature men.
I was gifted a decant, and at first, when applying it to my wrist, I found it extremely masculine. I imagined a mature, attractive man in a suit, with a life sorted out, respectable, and with no need to prove anything to anyone; it really smells like that. Masculinity and neatness, nothing more. I couldn’t imagine it on a woman; that was my first thought.
I don’t know what rice pudding you’ve tried, but if you haven’t tasted a properly made one, your nose is faulty; this rice pudding has what I have as an astronaut. That said, the perfume has a sharp opening that surprised me for the better. As it dries, it keeps that scent but moves to the background, becoming mossy, sweaty, and sweet; I liked it. Performance is quite good; the price… that’s subjective.
Welcome to another review from Jxtaperfumes: Musc Ravageur by Frederic Malle. Upon spraying, it floods the senses with a complex, realistic aroma featuring strong cinnamon, subtle lavender, and cloves that give it an oriental, rigid touch. The opening is powdery and smoky, like throwing a layer of sweet, spicy dust into the air—a gourmet cinnamon dessert that leaves you wanting to smell it again. It lacks a heart note, consisting of two phases: a sparkling, cheerful one followed by a mature, subdued yet creamy one. Excellent longevity on skin, though projection is weak. It’s pure niche: powdery, cinnamon dessert, vanilla, and citrus light, with the finesse and exclusivity worthy of the house.
Today I was at Mercadona looking for gazpacho, got caught up in the film ‘Unfaithful’, and it left me pondering: what woman would cheat on a man like that? It really shook my moral compass, and combined with Madrid’s terrible game without a number 9, I was utterly fed up. Then, in the car, thinking about Diane Lane’s tight squeezes, I realised that Frenchman should be wearing Musc Ravageur for those secret encounters. It’s the perfect scent for that: dirty musk, full-on cinnamon, vanilla, and a hint of clove that smells like sensual sweat. Enjoy it to the fullest while Richard watches it being forged in fire.
Maybe it’s me, but I don’t notice it being too vintage, nor as animal as they say. Perhaps the older versions, since Musc Ravageur is very docile on my skin and any implication with something wild is deceptive. What I perceive clearly is a delicious and spicy oriental fragrance with woody nuances; the opening reveals a soft citrus lavender with a very well-integrated clove note. The cinnamon is designed to accentuate the presence of the clove, and together they form an almost perfect pair. The spice complements the wood satisfactorily, and the only flaw is that the cedar and sandalwood are too soft. As it develops on the skin, the vanilla and tonka take the lead and the sweet sensation increases. It’s not cloying at all, but it pushes in that direction a bit, with the spicy part that seems to keep it grounded and prevents the base from losing interest. A more noticeable wood would have been excellent, but here there’s an abundance of a type of musk that attracts and seduces, subtle and infinitely deep. The musk can be a caress or the sin itself, calm, soft, and tempting; it settles on the skin and blends with it. Musc Ravageur suggests desire, closeness, carnal union. What Maurice Roucel has created is difficult to express in words. He has captured a primary instinct in molecular form and almost brutally in a perfume. I can’t even imagine how the first batches were…
What a fragrance mismatch, in the best sense. At first I struggle to feel and differentiate the notes. What I certainly feel is the profile: sensual, sexual, animal. Cinnamon, lavender to a lesser extent, the vanilla note from start to finish opens up brighter, luminous, and settles more powdery, mature, and classy. The woody tone helps give the composition that touch. It transports me and takes me to a bed. Sweat, carnal activity, call me weird but that’s how I feel it. It’s a necessary fragrance in the collection, for those days. It says too much for office use. Sincerely, when a scent has the capacity to evoke such a primary instinct in me, it means the author has done something right. It performs and projects very well. Necessary in every collection. I have to acquire it. This is perfumery history. An 11.
My friends tell me I smell old, haha, but I love this fragrance; it’s a work of art. On my skin it feels very vanilla-like, but it’s a fairly natural and addictive vanilla with effeminate touches and tonka dancing between these ingredients. Note, this is not a blind buy.
Just in case anyone is interested, there’s an air freshener at Mercadona called Dèlice that smells quite similar to Musc Ravageur.
Mix the legendary Guerlain Shalimar EDP, which for current noses passes as unisex (and although it’s a great fragrance, an eternal classic, to me it smells of an old grandmother), with typical men’s fragrances from the 70s and 80s, the ‘old school’ ones based on citrus, lavender, cinnamon, and clove. Here there’s lots of vanilla, lots of musk, lots of amber, and a wood base, and this comes out. Roucel doesn’t deceive; he’s a good perfumer but he doesn’t innovate; here he’s recycling the past. MR passes for Westernised Oriental or Western trying to look Oriental. To me, it doesn’t seem like a very original scent and I was surprised for nothing. The moment I smelled it I said: I have this little smell (or something very similar) at home. Some mouths or those who jumped the snob hurdle and need to justify themselves have sold it as the definitive luxury thong-dropper. Smoke. Exaggerated price for what it is; they lose their grip, and with too much hype, as happens with many niche Frederic Malle products. Not very versatile, too heavy and very mature (I doubt a 20-25-year-old wants to smell like this). There’s a lot of loudmouth boasting on YouTube and elsewhere with logomaniacs and self-satisfied people who only want to live off the story. Don’t pay much attention to the ‘waaaau’ easy ones with forced sympathy who just want to live off the tale.
Well, this perfume is in my collection by mistake. I don’t like it; I find it simply unpleasant. I can’t smell the lavender or citrus. I only detect musk and clove, that musk that smells of glands, sour sweat, very unpleasant. Besides, it has a rancid, aged point, like entering the room where my grandfather slept, closed up for three years. I think it’s the clove’s fault; I’ve always hated it. Yes, it’s a very carnal and sexual scent, I suppose because of that sweaty point. It’s an intimate smell, even aphrodisiac. That gives it a point, I won’t deny it. But if I want that sensation, I’d prefer a thousand times any Francesca Bianchi perfume, for example The Lover’s Tale, which achieves this aroma much better and is more pleasant. In summary: Age 100+, masculine, or better, a four-legged mammal. Cold, cold. Scent 5/10. Longevity 9/10. Duration +10h. Projection 7/10, fortunately because smelling like rancid sweat isn’t cool. Versatility 3/10. Price $$$. Final score 6.3/10 and that seems like the most I can give it.
By courtesy of Jerry Drake. A portentous perfume that evolves vertiginously without giving you time to recover from the olfactory shocks. You move between the sensual indolence of a Turkish palace and a sweaty den of the Parisian lumpen of the 20s, passing through conifers and reclaiming Turkish passions and lost paradises of the opium dens in colonial Shanghai. The opening is explosive, turgid, like a Dance of the Seven Veils with a sweet chant preparing us for decapitation. A halo of perverse malice and sinful lust adorns the protagonist amber, mixed with spices from the Silk Road: cinnamon, clove, vanilla, tonka bean, and Persian honey. Sweet, oriental, enveloping, dense yet sparkling and mad. This opening lasts a few minutes and suddenly you’re in the Cabaret de l’Enfer on Boulevard Clichy, among fops, dandies, ladies of dubious reputation, thieves, traffickers, priests, and murderers. A pre-IFRA animal, sweaty, perianal, axillary, cocaine-addled, and psychedelic musk. A parasitic musk (Ravageur) as its name suggests, a louse that attracts and repels you, offering a kiss and then denying it. The game of sexual love made into perfume. Here it loses its Oriental pretensions to become a top-tier animal chypre. Obscene and procuress-like. A devilish and vampiric brothel musk. It lasts longer than the first phase and acclimatises you to the animal musk, the acrid algalia, and the distant oud, undeclared notes because Roucel doesn’t have to list everything. Gradually, woody flashes appear, coniferous, with gaia and cedar resins, transforming it into a robust, torn resinous and woody chypre. The undergrowth and coniferous forest unite in a procession of woods, resins, bark exudations, and impenetrable sun. But the Oriental aspect from the beginning reappears, animal traits from the central stage, and woody touches. Few perfumes have such complexity and beauty, difficult to digest for the general public. Not suitable for inexperienced people, but worth every euro, especially because it’s by Jerry Drake, the professor of perfumery.
First review on Fragrantica. Brief and without intellectualising. This perfume is the most faithful recreation of sex, carnal intimacy, secretions, and desire that I’ve ever smelled. It’s brutal; it’s not for every day or for everyone, but it is art.
This is an immense fragrance, more masculine than feminine. It’s not a perfume; it’s a concept: an expensive, luxurious date at a super-sophisticated venue. They say it smells of sex, and although that sounds indiscreet, it describes it well, surely due to the spicy and musky notes. To me, it smells of wood and spices, evoking an embrace from a super-elegant Dubai gentleman. I don’t detect citrus or vanilla; perhaps they don’t register on my skin. It also smells of life, of something alive, of its creation. It’s super hard to get because a world-famous Korean idol uses it and fans buy it out, plus it’s very pricey. It tastes rich and smells rich.
Smells like an oriental cream or those herbal soaps with cinnamon and lavender, as if I’d walked into a Middle Eastern shop. It’s spicy and sweet, but not gourmand; it’s dirty. It doesn’t make me want sex or sensuality; rather, I feel like having a cup of tea.
On all fours. Against the verticalisation of the body, MR returns you to crawling, as a regression and fantasy of pure need. Bipedalism ends with a world mediated by smell, where nose and instinct allow the sustenance and reproduction of the species. The animal nature of MR is not the promise of good sex, but the nostalgia of returning to the organic, to a wordless world where we can join by sniffing each other in search of genetic information, licking and mounting. There are no great triumphs, only the thrilling certainty of something lost forever. A desire against desire. MR puts you on all fours, not to have sex, but to tell you: woof woof.
I feel I’ll be the only one left with this, but the long-awaited sensory journey or the sexual impression I expected to capture… simply don’t exist. It’s a warm, fairly elemental oriental with a base I feel is softly fougere; I don’t know if due to all the clones or lesser siblings that have emerged over these decades, I failed to understand it, but let’s just say I didn’t perceive that nirvanic moment of skin and passion that some mention elsewhere. Sincerely, I wish I had. Not monumental, not grandiose, not a masterpiece. It’s a perfectly correct and well-constructed oriental, and if you like those notes, you’ll be thrilled, but I haven’t fallen for its supposed magic.
I’m convinced that this Musc Ravageur is an acquired taste: when I began my olfactory journey, I bought samples from FM, including this one, French Lover, Bigarade Concentrée, and Vetiver Extraordinaire. The first two were repulsive at first sniff, while the latter two were merely unpleasant. Over time, my opinion didn’t change with the others, but I grew to appreciate this one until we reached 2024, and I can’t wait to own a bottle. It reminds me of many perfumes at once, particularly Shalimar and Ani, Lagerfeld Classic, Obsession Men, Eternal Oud, and BaV. Its opening is very spiced and aromatic, with lavender, clove, cinnamon, and mandarin standing out—the latter giving it a bitterness reminiscent of Lagerfeld. As it dries down, the star is the vanilla, very creamy and consistent due to the iris root and sandalwood. A true work of art. PS: I don’t know where they get the idea that it’s sexy; it smells elegant and formal, but not sexy at all.
It’s a perfume with good nuances that develop slowly. The lavender at first gives that sense of cleanliness, though it’s very timid. As it dries down, it improves and turns into a sweet, slightly gourmand scent that even wakes up your appetite. However, it lacks originality; it seems inspired by the spiced amber perfumes from three decades ago. When I applied it, I thought of Kenzo’s Jungle Elephant. I suppose I had high expectations and thought this brand would have a different approach, but as the second one I’ve tried, I’m starting to think they don’t (at least in the budget range). It’s not bad; better to try it and draw your own conclusions. Tried thanks to Mithrandir.
A disaster for me: after a few seconds, it smells like a mating cat. I admit it’s potent and long-lasting, but since I don’t like it, it detracts rather than adds, even giving me a headache due to its heaviness. Conversely, a woman from my household loved it so much she asked for the rest of the bottle to use herself. That’s how my experience with this FM Musc ends.
But what a lovely thing…
I’m going to treat myself to the biggest bottle once I’ve finished renovating and decorating my house. That way, I’ll really get the ball rolling, hahaha.
It’s not for everyone, but rather smells like what each person seeks: a bunch of fermented herbs with a touch of lavender, as if an animal had slept there last night. Typical of Frederic Malle: it doesn’t seek consensus.
It could be the medicinal, adult version of Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford, but while TF is like a summer song, this Musc Ravageur is an artist’s song; while TF is made for dancing and humming, this from F. Malle is for listening to in solitude or with a very confidant. A magnificent composition where the sweet, soapy, and dirty notes blend in a sexually addictive way, just like in real life. The cinnamon, lavender, and animalic notes are of superb quality and noticeable. This isn’t about pleasing, but about urging to be known in depth, which is why, regardless of the first impression, you can’t help but bring your hand to your nose every few seconds. The balsamic note gives it a medicinal touch, as if it were only bought with a prescription. No, it is not a Tobacco Vanille at all, neither in ingredients nor in maturity or intention. But if it were, I would have had to compare it to a Hellenic mead that seduced the gods. It is neither gourmand nor oriental despite the sweetness and density, but it has something that reconciles you with everything. Or perhaps it is like that secret love that only one’s own skin knows. Musc Ravageur.
Whilst people may say what they like, this perfume is pure gold: sexy to the point of being unstoppable, addictive, with projection and longevity that are out of this world. It has a rather masculine air yet feels luxurious on a woman. A masterpiece of perfumery, 100% recommended.