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Music Festival
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Music Festival by Maison Martin Margiela is a woody-chypre fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2017, this composition features cannabis, red apple and violet leaves in the top notes; patchouli, tobacco and incense in the heart; and leather, cypress and cedar in the base.
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It smells good at first, like the whole collection, but in this dupe the opening scent deceives you and then vanishes, which is why it’s a dupe because they are fakes. It has a strong cannabis note all the time, but the longevity is poor, like its siblings. The good thing is the incense and tobacco, but the cannabis ruins it; after fifteen minutes all the notes disappear, leaving a low-quality alcoholic cannabis that gives the impression of having been smoking and drinking. People asked if I was smoking, and I had the day’s embarrassment. I don’t recommend it; even if you like the opening, it doesn’t last and you’ll end up with a nasty, low-quality note. You’ll smell like a freshly drugged drunk after ten minutes.
It smells good at the beginning like the whole collection, but in this replica the beginning deceives you and then it vanishes. It has a very strong cannabis note that persists, with poor durability typical of these copies. The good thing is the incense and tobacco, but the cannabis ruins it; after 15 minutes everything disappears and leaves a cheap alcohol smell that gives the impression of having smoked and drunk, making people ask if I was consuming marijuana and causing a monumental embarrassment. Not recommended: although you like it at first, it doesn’t last and you end up smelling like a drunk druggie after just 10 minutes.
The hint of cannabis doesn’t smell like pot on your face, but rather fresh green plant mixed with tobacco and flowers that sound great. The fragrance dries down gradually: first the flowers, then the cannabis, and finally patchouli remains with a base of tobacco, incense, and non-sweet vanilla leather. It’s very pleasant, although the initial promise of those two hours is better than the base, which has rivals like Loewe 7. The projection is reasonable, about two hours at arm’s length, and it lasts between eight and ten hours. I loved the opening; it’s one of my favourites from the brand and easier to wear than By the Fireplace.
The cannabis note doesn’t smell like a joint in your face but rather fresh green plant mixed with tobacco and flowers that sound brilliant. The fragrance dries down gradually: first the flowers, then the cannabis, and finally patchouli with a background of vanillaised tobacco, incense and leather – nothing sweet. It’s very pleasant, although the initial promise of two hours is better than the base, which has rivals like Loewe 7. The projection is reasonable, about two hours at arm’s length, and it lasts between eight and ten hours. I loved the opening; it’s one of my favourites from the brand and easier to wear than By the Fireplace.
I loved it. It smells more like rich incense than cannabis. Regarding longevity, I can’t comment as I only tested it on blotter paper, but it’s already going straight to my wishlist. That said, we’ll have to save up for it.
I loved it more than Cannabis; it smells like rich incense. I can’t comment on longevity as I only tested it on blotter, but it’s already on my wishlist, though I’ll need to save up for it.
Ideal for young people; I don’t see it on adults. It’s fresh, fun, cool, and bold, perfect for an extrovert. It smells slightly sweet; I notice the apple in the opening, and obviously there’s a Mary Jane vibe, but in a good way. It’s like the best strawberry Chavo who smokes the best weed, yet it doesn’t smell hippie. When I’ve worn it, young people under 28 like it and feel comfortable around men or women. It’s a scent that invites fun without being scandalous, modest, and only noticeable if you’re close. I see it as a daytime fragrance for parties or gatherings to enjoy a beautiful scent and feel happy smelling the best of the best in cannabis.
Ideal for young people; I don’t see it on an adult in any way. It’s youthful, fresh, fun, cool, and daring; I see it on someone extroverted. It smells a bit sweet; I notice the apple a lot at the beginning and, obviously, Mary Jane, haha, but in a good sense and I think the best. It doesn’t smell hippie, but rather like the strawberry kid who smokes the best of the best, haha. When I’ve used it, mostly young people, under 28, like it and feel comfortable near you, men or women. It’s a scent that invites fun without being scandalous; I’d say it’s modest and at least if you’re close to the wearer, you perceive it. I see it only during the day, for parties, gatherings, or to enjoy a beautiful fragrance and be happy smelling the best of the best in marijuana, haha.
What a disgusting and horrible aroma; it smells like homemade medicine made with marijuana. In my family, they always bought the herb mixed with alcohol to give ‘sobas’, and that’s what ‘Music Festival’ smells like: marijuana in alcohol, slightly smoky (the festival reference is obvious, because that’s where they smoke). It’s a revolting smell; the only positive thing is that, like all perfumes from this brand, it lasts only a few minutes.
Much weaker than a goldfinch’s arse. This line caught me out before I even left; Martin Margiela would never have made perfumes on his own, but since Diesel took the helm, it was logical to start squeezing out the apple. After trying several, I say that apart from the original Untitled, the rest flirt with being sparkless fragrances in pretty bottles at a golden price. I’d heard of this one and the truth is I had no idea what moment it referred to, but it is true that upon trying it, I felt as if I’d plunged into a festival. That caramelised, tasty apple note is very noticeable at first, to the point that rather than a festival, you find yourself at a fair with its gadgets and the typical aromatised megaphone from the witch’s train. Look, it has its point; yes, it manages to make you close your eyes and live a sensorial moment bottled up. I think that’s where it succeeds. Shortly after, a strong, wet leather note rises, not too dry, which can lead you to think of a wet jacket or, putting effort in, the gears and oils of fairground machines. And that’s where I fit in; at times I visualise a rock and folk festival before it was filled with influencers, and at others I imagine wandering through a fair where your nose reaches the abstract smell of the crowd, the smoke of some porro smoker from Triana passing quickly, the caramel apple stall, and why not, a chocolate shop with that dark, bitter, tasty chocolate. In the end, the mixture comes out as a very airy mess, something that perhaps intended to be thunderous and mysterious, looking at its notes and reading the intention, but it leaves nothing more than a misty, light current of dark, opaque, smoky, and slightly tasty scales, like the urge of an alcoholic to take a sip of bourbon but very blurred, as if you were smelling the last gasps of a perfume put on hours ago. Perhaps this isn’t a problem for many; every day there are more people who dare to say they don’t want to stink anyone, who are very happy with perfumes that create a low personal aura, but I feel that those who enjoy resinous and incense notes lack a higher punch, not a mist of veiled features. I can’t say it’s bad, certainly not for me, but it has kept me smelling with pleasure, entertained, and that’s something considering the amount of rubbish they shove down our throats here and there. PS. It has a bit of nineties nostalgia; those who were twenty then will understand. Back then there was a very strong Woodstock rock revival; those who attended the festival back then already had grown-up children, and many were those who evangelised their friends in a sublimated cult towards artisan leather gear for porro smokers, Janis Joplin, and the string of incense sticks while some Led Zeppelin or Jefferson Airplane played on a re-recorded cassette tape and a dying, poorly made porro passed hand to hand among teenagers. I didn’t live Woodstock, needless to say, but the nineties caught me as a teenager and this Music Festival has reminded me of those years when following my school friends we thought we were young, different understandings from the rest, all with much pomp and ceremony, possessed by the typical teenage angst that years later makes you blush. PS II. If anything characterises the Replica line is a very poor trail and longevity. It doesn’t matter which one you try, whether a soft musk or an oriental yonqui-like as this one, they all suffer from the same thing, a very short life.
Weaker than a canary’s poop. I disliked this line before its launch; Margiela would never have made perfumes themselves, but after being bought by Diesel, it was logical to squeeze the apple. Having tried several, I’d say that apart from the Untigenio, the rest flirt with being sparkless fragrances in beautiful, expensive bottles. I wasn’t sure what moment this referenced, but it’s true that upon trying it, I felt immersed in a festival. That tone of caramelised, tasty apple is very perceptible in the opening; rather than a festival, you’re at a fair with its gadgets and the typical megaphone aromatised by the witch’s train. It has a little bite; it manages to make you close your eyes and live a bottled sensory moment. Soon, a strong, wet leather emerges, not too dry; it can make you think of a wet jacket or, if you try hard enough, the gears and oils of fair machinery. I navigate this: sometimes I visualise a rock and folk festival before it fills with influencers, and other times a fair with the abstract smell of the crowd, smoke from a quick-passing porrerillo from Triana, the caramel apple stall, and a chocolatier with bitter, tasty chocolate. In the end, the mix remains like a very airy concoction, something that perhaps aimed to be thunderous and mysterious, but leaves nothing more than a misty, light current of dark, opaque, smoky, and slightly tasty scales, like an alcoholic’s desire for a sip of bourbon but very blurred, as if you were smelling the last gasps of a perfume applied hours ago. It might not be a problem for many; every day there are more people happy with perfumes that create a low, personal aura, but I feel that those who enjoy resinous and incensed notes lack a high punch, not a mist of veiled features. It’s not bad; I don’t want it for myself, but it has kept me smelling with pleasure and entertained, considering the amount of rubbish they shove down our throats. PS: It has nineties nostalgia. Those who were twenty back then will understand. There was a strong Woodstock-style rock revival; those who attended already had children and evangelised their friends in a sublimated cult towards artisan leather gear for porrerillos, Janis Joplin, and incense sticks while Led Zeppelin or Jefferson Airplane played on re-recorded tape, and a poorly made joint passed from hand to hand. I didn’t live Woodstock, but the nineties caught me as a teenager, and this Music Festival reminds me of those years when following my school friends, we thought we were young intellectuals, all with much pomp and ceremony, possessed by teenage angst that years later makes you blush. PS II: If the Replica line is characterised by pitiful sillage and longevity, then it doesn’t matter what you try; whether it’s a soft musk or an oriental yonqui-like as this, they all suffer from the same thing: a very short life.
I’m here to defend this fragrance. I love sweet and citrusy scents, but I rarely enjoy incense and leather; I lean towards feminine notes, though I’m not afraid of masculine ones. I don’t smell much cannabis (I used to smoke a lot, top quality, and still can’t detect it). What I do notice is the apple and incense; the leather is delicious. It’s not weak at all; it’s versatile and pleasant. I was worried it might be too strong, but on the contrary, I found myself wanting to repurchase it after three hours. The sillage is a bit more intense than ‘moderate’, but I wouldn’t call it intense; it’s just slightly stronger than other Maison Margiela scents and wouldn’t overwhelm anyone. In conclusion: if you don’t like it, or if you’re a man over 40 who’s stuck with Maná or Rammstein, or someone under 15 who still wants to smell like Axe Chocolate, then this isn’t for you.
I’m here to defend this fragrance. I love sweet and citrusy scents, and I rarely enjoy incense or leather. I lean towards feminine notes, but I’m not afraid of masculine ones. I don’t smell much cannabis; I used to smoke a lot, even the best quality, and although thinking about it, I can’t detect it. What I do notice is the apple, the incense, and a delicious leather. It’s nothing weak, but rather versatile and gentle. I was afraid it might be too strong, but on the contrary, it made me want to buy it and reapply it after three hours. The trail is a bit more intense than ‘moderate’, but I wouldn’t say it’s intense; it’s just a bit stronger than other Maison Margiela scents and wouldn’t overwhelm anyone. In conclusion, if you don’t like it, or if you’re a man over 40 who hasn’t moved on from listening to Maná or Rammstein, or if you’re under 15 and still want to smell like Axe chocolate.