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Mon Precioux by Note33

Men Women 2017

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Note33

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Mon Precioux by Note33 is an oriental floral fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2017, this composition features Bulgarian rose as the top note, Laotian oud at the heart, and Egyptian papyrus in the base.

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When to wear it (votes)

  • Winter 32%
  • Spring 26%
  • Summer 11%
  • Autumn 32%
  • Day 25%
  • Night 75%

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7 votes

  • Positive 86%
  • Negative 14%
  • Neutral 0%
positive reviews 7 community votes
LongevityLong-lasting SillageStrong Best momentWinter CharacterMasculine

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Leading answer I want it

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Leading answer Night

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About Mon Precioux

Main accord rosy Year 2017 Gender Men · Women

Mon Precioux by Note33 is an oriental floral fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2017, this composition features Bulgarian rose as the top note, Laotian oud at the heart, and Egyptian papyrus in the base.

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Longevity

Leading answer Long-lasting

10 votes

Sillage

Leading answer Strong

9 votes

Character

Leading answer Traditionally masculine

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  1. jerry drake

    It starts strong and plasticky, ruining that lovely rose that later awakens. The indolic, rotten fruity opening creates a repulsive barrier, but like the night before dawn, as the rubbery tone fades, the floral nuances take over. It’s a turbulent journey wrapped in nylon that burns off in an hour and a half to leave behind a delicate floral soul, a perfect calm after the initial storm.

    • Floral
    • Longevity
    • Night

  2. Emorandeira

    Thanks to Darkbeat, I fell in love at first sniff. It’s floral, sweet, with spectacular longevity and a just-right sillage. It doesn’t smell of plastic like others, though scent is subjective. I wore it yesterday and can still detect it on my clothes today. I sense the rose, but with the oud, I’m lost because I’ve never smelled one so sweet. I’m buying it already: the price is good. Scent: 10, Longevity: 10, Sillage: 7, Value for money: 10, Versatility: 8, Overall: 9.

    • Oud
    • Floral
    • Longevity
    • Price

  3. Emorandeira

    Thanks to Darkbeat, I fell in love at first sniff. It’s floral, sweet, with spectacular longevity and a just-right trail. It doesn’t smell like plastic like others do, though scent is subjective. I wore it yesterday and can still detect it on my clothes today. I sense the rose, but with the Oud, I get lost because I’ve never smelled one so sweet. I’m buying it already: the price is excellent. Scent: 10, Longevity: 10, Sillage: 7, Value for money: 10, Versatility: 8, Overall: 9.

    • Oud
    • Floral
    • Longevity
    • Price

  4. Espartaco

    It smells like plastic mats, irrigation hoses, and boiled snails; a stagnation reminiscent of birth and bloody muscles that makes me want to run. This is raw Lao Oud. Adding a rose to this carnal feast tames it somewhat, but my aversion is so strong it twists my stomach. It smells like a slaughterhouse in an abandoned shed to me—a apocalyptic horror. For me, it’s a genetic nightmare, sinister and morbid, like a mix of Alien and Texas Chainsaw. (This is my perception; I have nothing against those who love pure Oud).

    • Oud

  5. Espartaco

    It smells of plastic mats, irrigation hoses, and boiled snails; a marasmus smelling of childbirth and bloody muscles that makes me want to run. That is natural Laos oud. This carnivorous feast is topped with a rose that tames it, but my aversion is so great it twists my stomach. It smells to me of a slaughterhouse in an abandoned shed, an apocalyptic terror. For me, it’s a genetic nightmare, sinister and morbid, like a mix of Alien and Texas Chainsaw. (This is my perception; I have nothing against those who love pure oud).

    • Oud