I’d read the praise for Megamare on Fragnetica. The words people used like unearthly, bold, and oceanic apocalypse sincerely intrigued me. I thought maybe I’d found a fragrance that would speak to the parts of me that don’t fit neatly into categories. I like challenging scents. I don’t mind complexity. I've become an Alexandro Gualtieri groupie these last few months. But this? This was something else.
The first spray was jarring. A sharp, metallic tang, like saltwater soaked through wires and rubber. Not the ocean I know. This was industrial, artificial. Like a desalinasion plant, not a seashore. It overwhelmed me instantly. The intensity wasn’t the issue because I’ve worn heavy oud and animalic musks before, but Megamare felt invasive to me. Like a background sound I couldn’t filter out. It sat on my skin with the insistency of gram's iodine solution. I found it unwelcoming, indifferent, almost clinical. It didn’t evolve, didn’t soften. Just sat there, buzzing with chemical force, refusing to meet me halfway.
I guess it did elicit an emotional response from me at the end of the day which is my attraction to olfactory. I hate it. I really really hate it!!!
Edited to say I needed a shower. A Karen Silkwood level shower. Like I need our BBQ grill scrubber brush level shower. Hose me down!!!
