Geist La Curie 2019

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8.1 / 10 28 Ratings

A popular perfume by La Curie for women and men, released in 2019. The scent is earthy-woody. It is still in production.

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Main accords

Earthy

Woody

Resinous

Green

Spicy

Fragrance Notes

Hemlock fir

Chocolate

Oakmoss

Soil

Ink

Stone

Ambergris

Leather

Perfumer & Creative Guidance

Lesli Wood Peterson Brand owner, Perfume maker

Ratings

Scent

8.128 Ratings

Longevity

6.722 Ratings

Sillage

6.423 Ratings

Bottle

7.815 Ratings

Submitted by Caligari, last update on 20.10.2023.

Reviews

2 in-depth fragrance descriptions

08/13/2022

BobbyGee
220 Reviews

BobbyGee

1

La Curie / Geist

From the beginning, we have here forest connotations, and in fact moss, pine combined with chocolate and something else (probably black hemlock).
The smell is quite pungent and slightly sweet to smell like leather after a while. It's a really interesting experience. The farther into the forest, the less sweetness, more skin, and the MOST specific smell ... earth, ink enhanced by ambergris.
Durability about 6 hours, the projection does not impress with its parameters.

12/25/2020

8
Bottle 6
Sillage 7
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Floyd
290 Reviews

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Floyd

Top Review 33

Seamus senses a ghost

A ghost? Seamus's stone-gray hair stood on end, his fluffy shag nervously tonguing the old secretary. The small candle had taken a cool ethereal whiff of hemlock needle resin, the eucalyptic scent mingling with the contents of the inkwell, which Seamus scattered about the desk erratically as he hastily turned to get to the bottom of the whiff.
Better said, he himself immediately went to the bottom of his scriptorium, having spied strange tracks in the damp moss on the earthy floor of his writing room, they led past his secretary into the shadowy, remote end of the room. Pushing himself on all fours through the green mud, he dug his face into one of the small brown tracks when he detected another scent besides the ethereal needles, the moss, and the earth. Possibly Bensdorp's cocoa powder. Seamus seemed unsettled, checked again. No, light chocolate, maybe whole milk. He felt in the soft mass with his fingers, felt small more consistent lumps, rubbed them into his nose. No doubt, ambertorrone.
Intrigued, he followed the trail into the dark indistinct corners. Closer and closer he guided his nose across the floor, yet the scent grew quieter and quieter, soon small pebbles of amber glowing beneath an ethereally smoldering green carpet of fir yarn and fibers of moss, finely colored chocolate threads and drier earths. And all he had woven himself with his erratic fingers, on his skin. Now he himself glowed dark green and yet bright and ethereal, very faintly and yet you could perceive him there in the dim corner, for about six hours, like a good ghost.

(With thanks to Chizza)