8 88

7 reseñas

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• Espartaco

  December 2, 2016

  

  At first, it smells like penicillin mixed with Vicks VaporRub—unpleasant and artificial. But after ten minutes, it settles, revealing a subtle, cold, spicy cleanliness with a slight gourmand touch that isn’t cloying. The base stands out as expectorant, balsamic, and mentholated. It’s like a Tic-Tac mint caramel: sweet and spicy yet soft, creamy, and not sticky. I was surprised by this Comme des Garçons 8 88; it’s very wearable and pleasant. I wouldn’t wear it myself, but it’s amusing how strange it is to categorize. Do you know the taste of low-calorie candies? That’s what I feel with the 8 88: a cold, light, lab-made balsamic sweet with medicinal afternotes. It doesn’t have rose, yet I can’t stop making the association of a creamy, Martian rose. I thought of Gres’s Cabaret without any real connection; something tells me they’re related. It’s a pleasant surprise that makes me think of 1999 or 2001, not 2008. The bottle isn’t well-crafted; the gold and red combination is chaotic and dirty, leading to mistakes and failing to do justice to the warm, inoffensive fragrance inside. It would have won much more with Comme des Garçons’ signature polished stone in an almost-white green tone, like hospital or school furniture. That’s what it reminds me of. A very pleasant surprise.

• Espartaco

  December 12, 2016

  

  At first, it smells like penicillin mixed with Vicks VaporRub—unpleasant and artificial. But after ten minutes, it settles into a subtle, cold, spicy cleanliness with a light gourmand touch that isn’t cloying. The base is expectorant, balsamic, and mentholated. It’s like a Tic-Tac mint candy: spicy-sweet yet soft, creamy, and never sugary. I was genuinely surprised by this 8 88 from Comme des Garçons; it’s very wearable and pleasant. I wouldn’t wear it myself, but it’s funny how strange it is to categorize. Do you know the taste of sugar-free candies? That’s exactly what I get from the 8 88: a cool, light, lab-made balsamic sweet with medicinal afternotes. It doesn’t have rose, yet I can’t stop making that association of a creamy, Martian rose. I thought of Gres’s Cabaret despite having nothing in common; something tells me they’re related. A pleasant surprise that makes me think of 1999 or 2001, not 2008. The bottle isn’t well-designed; the gold and red combination is chaotic and dirty, leading to mistakes and failing to do justice to the warm, innocent fragrance inside. It would have benefited greatly from a polished stone like Comme des Garçons’ usual style, in an almost white green tone reminiscent of hospital or school furniture. That’s what it reminds me of. A very pleasant surprise.

• Espartaco

  December 16, 2016

  

  Wow, I had no idea geranium was associated with rose in La Dame de Noir.

• Espartaco

  July 22, 2017

  

  You have to see how things change depending on various factors. Yesterday I tried this 888 (I’ve had it for years but rarely use it), and although the base with its church hall reminiscences persisted, it wasn’t sweet or aseptic like the first time. What I felt was a balsamic, liquorish rose splendoring like a saffron-spiced devil, almost effervescent, with very evident orange and amber tones. It has an expectorant aftertaste, even camphorated, which reminded me of Narciso Roto or Alaia—those games of crushed flowers with suede touches. I left it with my sister, and she went absolutely crazy with joy; she loved it. She wears Coco Mademoiselle, Alien, and Aromatics, so this balsamic floral with a camphorated twist was exactly what she enjoyed.

• Espartaco

  October 7, 2018

  

  This is my third review of 888, and every time I try it, I feel something new. It’s one of the strangest perfumes I’ve ever tested. Now it smells like boiled tiger balm, complete with the plastic bottle included… also like an infected piercing, yet perfumed and pretty. It reminds me of dressing room lockers full of sweaty clothes, as if the suggestive side of recent sweat was extracted and sealed away in something sweet, spiced, and sexual. Occasionally, there’s a burst of vegetables, and then bam—chicken adobo with artificial seasoning, like the Avecrem stuff and Doritos, that delicious yet coarse powder. It still smells like super-worn, soft leather with floral spices and a mentholated ointment. Surprisingly, despite being an alien creation, it’s incredibly wearable; it has something that transports you back to the great perfumes of the past.

• LoboDeLoto

  September 2, 2019

  

  I own three Rei Kawakubo fragrances from the house, along with several pieces of clothing, and I recognize that this one is the most complex. All three have humor, life, and personality; they are perfumes that accompany you, not ones you wear like designer scents. The first thing I notice is cilantro, but not the kind from food: it seems treated with hydrated cotton, tested in a lab, and cared for under cold light. Then comes Egyptian papyrus, a combination so rare it’s hard to understand. When it settles, it’s chameleon-like, shifting with your mood, like seeing Banksy as a child: interesting, you recognize it’s art, but you don’t quite get the message, which makes it unique. In the end, the amber notes caress the patchouli as if giving it little cuddles. I took three days to write this because I’ve smelled three different perfumes in this same bottle; I feel incapable of explaining this work of art. As my girlfriend said: ‘They’re not for a certain type of person; they’re for personal enjoyment, not to please.’ It reminds me of ‘Never Let Go’ by Fight Bite: beautiful, incomprehensible, and full of emotion.

• LoboDeLoto

  September 10, 2019

  

  I own three Rei Kawakubo fragrances from the house, along with several garments, and I recognize this one as the most complex. All three carry humor, life, and personality; they are perfumes that accompany you, not ones you simply wear like designer scents. The first thing I notice is cilantro, but not the culinary kind—it feels like cotton treated in a lab, moisturized and cared for under cold light. Then there’s Egyptian papyrus, a combination so rare it’s hard to make sense of. Once it settles, it’s chameleon-like, shifting with your mood, much like seeing Banksy as a child: intriguing, you realize it’s art, but you don’t quite grasp the message, which makes it unique. In the end, the amber notes caress the patchouli as if giving it little hugs. I took three days to write this because I’ve smelled three distinct perfumes in this same bottle; I feel incapable of explaining this work of art. As my girlfriend said: these aren’t for a specific type of person, they’re for personal enjoyment, not to please others. It reminds me of ‘Never Let Go’ by Fight Bite: beautiful, incomprehensible, and full of emotion.