I have heard the rumors on how this scent wasn’t just perfume, but something bodily, something primal. The first spray was a surprise. Not that sharp or citrusy, not clean or floral. Instead, a strange warmth unfurls into a milky, soft, and slightly sweet, like warm skin after sleep. There is a creaminess there, not like dessert but like closeness. Like the scent of another man after hours together. It doesn't bloom outward; it pulled inward, closer, more intimate. The DNA of this scent is very different from Alessandro Gualtieri's other scents. Hard to believe the same nose behind this scent developed Cuoium and Black Afghan.
As the hours passed, the perfume doesn't fade as much as it settles into a linear scent. It becomes denser. The initial lactonic smoothness gives way to something more carnal, more magnetic. Musk rises like heat from skin, laced with something faintly salty and faintly dirty. It's not unpleasant. Not at all. It's the scent of living. The scent of being alive in the most physical sense with sweat, warmth, comfort, sex.
Wearing Seminalis may not be about smelling good for me. I'll leave that to Terroni. For me it's about giving myself permission to be raw, and real, and elemental. I had a similar reaction to Cuoium which I also procured through Venba.
