Bohémien
Arte Profumi (2013)

What puzzlement greets me in the opening of Bohemien. I am looking for artemisia, but instead, I am pounded with a lawnmower's razzberry of grass penetrating me, followed by chopped basil and mint. But the artemisia? The mugwort, where is it? Well, it comes in, rather feebly, following this cavalcade of piercing green that would make Nuit de Bakelite blush.

I came for the artemisia, and I was left with a real head-scratcher. This is far more mentholic than thujonic. It feels a bit too abrasive even for a green fiend like me, and then it peters out in some vague vetiver and timber ether that is shrug-worthy. Oh well, so much for that.

Bohemien has noticeable crushed mint aroma that is layered over a kind of wild eyed but woody masculine base. There is vetiver but it doesn't smell green but is like hay or dried grasses matted down between large fallen tree limbs. The hay aroma stops just short of tobacco dryness. The artemsia is the disrupter here, but unlike artemsia in Cartier Declaration, this blending gives an angular depth to the warm hay grasses that remain muddled in and among the fresh crushed mint. A husky masculine mint fragrance. I like it!