Mortal Skin Stéphane Humbert Lucas 2015

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Mortal Skin is a popular perfume by Stéphane Humbert Lucas for women and men and was released in 2015. The scent is spicy-woody. It is still available to purchase.

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Top Notes	Blackberry Saffron Cardamom
Heart Notes	Opoponax Iris
Base Notes	Musk Ambergris Sandalwood

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Stéphane Humbert Lucas

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8.2394 Ratings

Longevity

7.6347 Ratings

Sillage

6.9347 Ratings

Bottle

9.2347 Ratings

Value for money

6.687 Ratings

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03/17/2021

4
Longevity 6.5
Scent

Friesin

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Friesin

Top Review 49

FrisianHerb

"Everything with the calm and then with a jerk",
that is such a typical Frisian saying. The Friesian is not a friend of many words, while others are still chatting is tackled. The cliché that "Moin, Moin" is already babble, because "Moin" is also enough, comes not by chance. I've been living in exile for a long time now, but when I return home, when the sky opens up and I can look into the distance again without being distracted, I immediately regain my composure and focus on the essentials. Boasting and extroversion are as suspect to the Frisian as vegetarian food and yoga.
This stubborn attitude towards new things is often annoying, but at least honest. With the opinion is not kept behind'm mountain, it is spoken openly, what one says, one means also in such a way - clear edge This may sometimes come across harsh, but if you take a little time, you can see a wide heart, even if you just got to hear "Orange sneakers? Dor in de Stadt machen se dich kaputt . So, sit down, drink tea ! "

Frisian review of ' Mortal Skin ' S.H. Lucas
The bottle is already times so of "over", no Friesian I know, would want this gold glitter EdHardymäßige snake part at home.
The name is as striking as it is strange, and one wonders if a fragrance needs such a constucted skin-changing story.
One is relieved, however, that is not in what it says.
So, let's get to the inner values.
A loud prelude with blackberries, cardamom and ink, there I smell and marvel. This is exciting and I have not smelled so yet.
Incense I can still detect and a touch of leather. All together gives a pleasant spicy warmth with this special Tintentwist, really very convincing.,. Only, as so often, after a fulminant start, is weakened on the long haul. Promising so much, 'Mortal Skin' becomes more and more cloying, arbitrary and skin-deep when musk and amber are added. And after 3 to 4 hours, the snake is dead.
The idea of the composition can be guessed and is really nice, in the long run, however, more calm and power would have done the whole thing good.

Cheers, tea !

01/29/2021

7
Pricing 9
Bottle 6
Sillage 7
Longevity 9
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FioreMarina

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FioreMarina

Top Review 51

Rockstar

When did we actually bury rock 'n' roll? Did we bury it together with Kurt Cobain, its last, tragic hero? Did he go over the Rainbow Bridge with David Bowie, wrapped in stardust and weeping with shimmering tears? Did he perhaps simply take the fate of a Keith Richards, to grow old and survive wise and all, even himself in the end?
What actually happened that we stopped debating the provocation of a trashed hotel room, or the radical feminism of groupies? Instead, I listen with growing dismay to a federal drug commissioner who, after careful consideration, concludes that cannabis is not broccoli, and take irritated note of a penetratingly fresh-looking Gwyneth Paltrow on Netflix promoting orgasms as an anti-aging concept, part of the Daily Workout, as it were. Christ, where, I wonder, did we lose rock 'n' roll along the way?
And: am I the only one who misses it?
As of today, I at least believe there is one person who knows what I mean. That one person, Stephane Humbert Lucas, created Mortal Skin. And Mortal Skin is rock 'n' roll.
The provocation starts with the bottle. Shiny black, glittering gold. And with my grudging admission that, despite my painstakingly refined tastes over the years and 180 hours of instructional analysis, I do find this golden cobra on a black background almost as hot as a Red Hot Chili Peppers performance, and somehow already pretty good.
In this moment of admission, the scent makes a promise.
It's the promise of a concert hall, filled to bursting, the moment the lights go down. When the drummer counts in and all you hear is the sticks clacking on each other.
When you hold your breath for a few seconds and your pulse races. When the crowd pushes into the small of my back with the hard force of a storm wave, and the barrier pushes into my stomach from the front. The promise of something wonderful about to happen.
Press spray button, spot on the band, and what happens next is as wild and untamed as it is intimate and tender: it's the sensation of warm, fragrant, breathing skin. Of course, I can now claim that this impression comes from leather, ambergris, musk, and civet, but if I'm being completely honest, I can't smell any of those scents out. I just get this impression of skin, subtle, unobtrusive, soft and beautiful. On top of that, like a second track, is something sacral, frankincense and myrrh, and that fits very well, rock 'n' roll is always cult too. Woody and powdery notes, all very finely tuned to each other, give the perfume the depth of an intense experience, and all the time the fragrance stays very close to me. Only a true rock star can do that: that feeling of intensity and exclusivity for every single person in the crowd - and it's wonderful, "like making love to a hundred thousand people". It's crossing boundaries, from this-side blackberry to other-side styrax, transcendence and fusion and party and fun.
I'm heading over to my record collection. Free Mötley Crüe from the thin layer of dust. Sum Absolute Beginners in front of me and suddenly know: the rock 'n' roll is not dead. It's alive, as long as there are people like you and me. And a scent like Mortal Skin.

12/28/2020

10
Bottle 7
Sillage 7
Longevity 10
Scent

Gandix

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Gandix

Top Review 42

The Wolf and the Girl

Silent silence,
the forest coal black.
Cautiously, I put one step in front of the next.
Suddenly, the back of my neck starts to tingle,
Adrenaline rushes into my blood.
I start running,
trampled flowers line my path.
Threads of myrrh hang in my face.
I feel something is beside me,
behind me,
in front of me.
It makes no sense.
I stop.

Eyes stare at me from the darkness...
gleaming, menacing....
My breathing is heavy.
You step out of their circle,
proud, erect.
Your eyes, black as ink rest on me.
They are attentive,
yet somehow sad.
My fear falls away from me.
I bow my head and kneel,
to submit.
You circle me,
sniff me,
rubbing your spicy-fruity fur against me,
to mask my human scent.
Acceptance.
Your pack still looks warily,
but one look from you
and they humbly lie down on the ground.
Then you settle down beside me
and show me your flank.
So great your trust.
I smell the warm, balmy amber scent
of your soft, black fur.

Suddenly I can feel it between my fingers,
the wound, still wet.
Tears come to my eyes,
who did this to you?
Hectically I search for something
to clean the wound.
Blackberry leaves,
still damp from the rain...
i wipe them out with this...
make a fire...
burn it out...
You howl for a moment.. but lie still.
Still this blind trust.
Smell the myrrh on my face...
disinfect with it...
Then I lie down with you,
safe, protected.
I know you would defend me
until my last breath.

Many days go by...
You carry me...
We roam the woods.
I have long since left my humanity behind...
You are my companions...
Have long since joined the pack.
So carefree
So beautiful
So free.

Even now I feel I'm flying on your back.
Suddenly your run slows,
you stop.
I feel the tension under my thighs,
even before I see the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
You look at me,
in your eyes that look,
it tells me 'you have to go now, you better not be here'.
I want to resist but your attitude brooks no opposition.
That's when I hear it, the voices,
the gunshots my heart grows heavy...
You stride to the clearing, your stance so proud...
I want to go after...
The pack is grouping around me,
i know they want to protect me,
it was your order.
My pulse is racing...
My heart is so heavy...
The bang...
no one can hold me anymore...
I scream and cry...
run to you...
My heart is bursting...
your eyes are empty....

And I still cry,
when I lie in front of the fireplace
on your fur.
I smell the leather,
wet with tears.
My soul is broken...
My heart aches aloud...

In that place
irises now bloom for you...
Even though your shell has passed away,
in my heart you are immortal....
This fragrance is so complex. It is for me less fragrance, but primarily feeling.
Mystical, somber, proud...yet at the same time full of warmth, security, connection, sadness
and freedom.
It is full of emotion.

03/06/2019

9
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 9
Scent

PureNeugier

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PureNeugier

Top Review 36

My (Im)Mortal Skin

I snuck around Mortal Skin for a long time. I definitely wanted to test it, but something always held me back, like a soft warning of what it could do to me.
After testing it several times, I thought for just as long about how I should put this fragrance and what it triggers in me into words. Really not easy, because this scent triggers pure feeling in me! Pure emotion - powerful, passionate and completely confused. I was not exposed to this kind of feeling for a very long time, lastly when the relationship began with my first great love after 4 years, her one-year ascent and descent to the final end.
Every single day tore me apart anew. Then deepest pain alternated with unbridled joy, all consuming longing overflowed with unbridled passion, loneliness and silence were replaced by thunderous, hurtful words to find oneself in a cosy togetherness or to lose oneself completely. But omnipresent and unbroken I always felt the love in me despite everything. Love for him.
I smell the ink with which I wrote down my diary entries, which were still regular at that time, the leather of his jacket, the scent of which I absorbed deeply when he held me in his arms, the powder I applied when I tried to hide my tears, the incense very similar to the incense sticks which often burned on our cozy evenings in his apartment to fragrant ashes...
And the song "My Immortal" from "Evanescence" was omnipresent. At that time this song was able to unite and channel all those confused emotions that raged unruly within me. The singer's voice dug deep into my heart, melody and lyrics spoke from my soul.
This relationship did not end nicely, yet it ended in love!

It may be an unusual description of the scent, but this scent cannot be captured or even approximately described for my sensation with analytical procedures. "Mortal Skin" is not for rationalists, because it gets under your skin and lets you feel what you are capable of feeling. He's a rush! Full of melancholy, longing, desire, bliss, gentleness, passion... He rummages through the body until he has upset every single synapse to numb all perception at the same moment as a narcotic and give you the gentle tranquility of a dreamless night.
A symphony of heart-rending emotions of all kinds, in which a feeling always remains omnipresent: Love...
Like "My Immortal" at that time, "Mortal Skin" touched me most intensely and intimately, so that I am absolutely addicted to this scent with skin and heart. He's a soul catcher!

12/17/2018

9
Bottle 7
Sillage 10
Longevity 8
Scent

Mydarkflower

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Mydarkflower

Top Review 30

The little fear

"Mortal Skin" was on my watch list from the beginning.
I found the name incredibly fascinating.
How do you think the scent of mortal skin, i.e. that of every human being and perhaps also that of every animal, is converted into bottles?
Can this succeed?

I don't know the answer even after repeated tests yet, but yes, "Mortal Skin" reminds me of certain situations of being alive.

First of all the summers of my last school years.
As soon as school was over, I dashed home, grabbed my swimsuits and cycled to the outdoor pool.
I stayed there until I was totally exhausted from swimming and the blazing sun and drove through the dry fields on the dusty way back home.
There I rested briefly, then I had dinner and sometime I sat down to my homework. I abhorred them, like probably everyone who ever went to school, but I loved to write with the fountain pen and colourful ink, which is still the case today.
The fact that I already smoked makes the overall picture of Mortal Skin almost complete: It smells of hot, sunburned, dusty skin, of cooling sweat and of cigarette fingers that have touched the fountain pen too far down and are now smeared with ink.

That smells somehow strange, but I still like it really well.

Well...I said the overall picture was almost complete...because now comes the big but.

In the background of this fragrance is something that gives me goose bumps.

A shadow before the bright summer sun.
Something lurking beneath you in the water.
Someone who secretly follows you on a dirt road.
Eyes that watch you rest.
A strange feeling when crossing the inadequately illuminated alleyway.
Sudden steps behind you that make your pulse shoot up.
Someone with whom you have just enjoyed yourself deliciously and who looks at you all at once with a look that makes you all cold, who extinguishes the lights on this so far shining evening and makes it dark.

Fascinatingly beautiful and frightening "Mortal Skin" is unbearable for me.

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