Animale Animale by Animale

I was surprised to realise it doesn’t contain incense, which was the most noticeable aspect on my skin. It reminds me of the smell of craft fairs in Chile; it’s rich, but quite dense.

I owned this many years ago, when I was around 20. Now I recall its scent and it seems rather mature for my age back then. I bought the purple-capped version just because the green one was so popular with the girls in the office and I wanted to stand out from them.

It’s a delight from the 90s that smells like a floral relic from days gone by; it has that little note that makes it vintage, perhaps the freesia. Certainly, it’s very strong and lasts for ages on the skin—the scent lingers. It’s floral and even more floral, with small echoes of Perry Ellis’s 360. Although it doesn’t contain honey, on my skin it smells of honey and flowers, so sweet and rich in my pH. I like it quite a bit and I’m thinking of buying more bottles.

I bought it blindly, but for me it’s too gothic. The typical 90s scent.

To be honest, I absolutely loved the scent, but it gave me a headache. It’s incredible that it’s still on the market.

I liked it on paper and bought it without testing it on my skin because the perfumery had no testers and didn’t allow spraying on the skin. A huge mistake! When I got home, very happy, I sat down to try it, opened the bottle, sprayed my wrist and… Roarrrrrrrrr, Grrrrrrr, the beast roars! Truly, this fragrance on me lives up to its name: it smells animalistic, but caged or dead, ha ha. The Fragrantica description only lists simple ingredients like freesia, peach, lemon, oakmoss and bergamot, but I’m almost certain its fixative contains some animal extract that magnifies on my skin, becoming almost feline, like foul, intolerable sweat. I’ve never had to run to the bathroom to wash and rub my wrist obsessively to make the smell disappear, which I couldn’t achieve; the unpleasant aroma persisted until the next day, with only a timid hint of freesia and peach emerging, so faint it was barely perceptible amidst the stench. It made me very sad and I didn’t know what to do with the full bottle, as it was unthinkable to try it again. Fortunately, at work I was chatting with a friend who adores it; I couldn’t believe what I heard, so I organised a ‘perfume tasting’ with her and others, and I could confirm that on her the scent wasn’t strong or unpleasant as it was in my case. Finally, I gifted her the perfume; I’m glad I found it a new home where it will be appreciated, plus we had a wonderful time at the perfume party exploring the miracle of human skin and the complex interaction of fragrances. I hope I’ve infected my friend a little with my passion and that it spreads.