Mania

3 reseñas

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• VANE DG

  January 7, 2014

  

  This fragrance was a Christmas gift. The truth is, I wouldn’t have chosen it because the scent is extremely dry and woody, with a masculine touch on my skin, like incense and labdanum. I used it occasionally in winter due to its intense longevity and staying power; half a bottle was left until a thief stole it. I hope the thief got an allergy to it and couldn’t use it because they were a bad person… at least they left me the body lotion.

• Espartaco

  May 5, 2019

  

  Mania is a meat and spice stew made into perfume. Musky, sweet, spicy, with a waxy, pasty texture, matte and openly sexual like perfumes from the 2000s. It has that dry, woody touch, almost masculine, because back then fragrances were gender-bending: feminine unisex and masculine scents with nutmeg, saffron, tobacco, and incense. It smelled like human skin, used sheets, and sweat, just like an old, well-worn leather watch strap injected with sensual scents and traces of sweet sweat. It’s one of my favorites, alongside the mess of a box full of vials, a real and hyper-sensual sweetness. We were hypnotized by those minimalist oriental scents of 2000, incense-laden and edible. Mania was one of the best of that hedonistic breed, but underrated because it didn’t last long. Years later they re-released it with a clear bottle, but it’s not the same; trying the new version will disappoint if you liked the original. Armani in the 90s was doing pure art: from the tuberose of Giò to the cold talc of Lei, passing through this elixir with hints of hedonistic drug. I won’t forget Sensi, that velvety almond. Mania captures the moment of a neck kiss and coming undone in a flood. A hard-to-find gem for fans of sexy, opaque, dirty scents like Organza Indecence, YSL Nu, Trussardi Phyton, Dior Homme, Wonderwood, Le Baiser du Dragon, D&G By, Nemo, Feminité du Bois, or YSL M7.

• Ziggy

  September 16, 2020

  

  Mania, 1999, smells like Friends and Monica’s New Year’s Eve party. It’s that efficient, clean New York woman hiding a dark, slightly perverted side. It doesn’t smell like one specific thing, but rather an eternal workday followed by a night out without ever going home. It’s clean yet dirty, sticking around in the morning after a shower and after a night of partying, fitting any season. Notes of clean white musk and powdery iris that over time turn warm, spicy, amber, and vanilla—not gourmand—with a citrusy skin touch, not fruit. I love it because it has its own personality, better than any launch in the last 10 years. Beastly performance, versatile, and smells glorious. I have two bottles I won’t waste; it’s a gem from when you paid for characterful scent, not to imitate, but to set trends. Plus, it’s been out of production forever, no one knows it, and there are no cheap dupes. Ole.