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Music Festival
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Music Festival by Maison Martin Margiela is a woody-chypre fragrance for men and women. Launched in 2017, this composition features cannabis, red apple, and violet leaves in the top notes; patchouli, tobacco, and incense in the heart; and leather, cypress, and cedar in the base.
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It smells good at the beginning, like the whole collection, but in this replica, the opening scent deceives you and then disappears; that’s why it’s a replica because they are fakes. It has a strong cannabis note all the time, but the longevity is poor, like its sisters. The good part is the incense and tobacco, but the cannabis ruins it; after 15 minutes, all the notes disappear, leaving a cheap, alcoholic cannabis that gives the impression of having smoked and drunk. I was asked if I smoked, and I had the most embarrassing day of my life. I don’t recommend it; even if you like the opening, it doesn’t last, and you’ll end up with a nasty, low-quality note. You’ll smell like a freshly drugged drunk after ten minutes.
It smells good at first, like the whole collection, but in this replica, the beginning deceives you, and then it vanishes. It has a very strong cannabis note that persists, with poor durability typical of these copies. The good part is the incense and tobacco, but the cannabis ruins it; after 15 minutes, everything disappears, leaving a cheap alcohol scent that gives the impression of having smoked and drunk, making people ask if I was high and causing a monumental embarrassment. Not recommended: even if you like it at first, it doesn’t last, and you end up smelling like a drunk stoner after just 10 minutes.
The cannabis note doesn’t smell like a joint in your face, but rather fresh green plant mixed with tobacco and flowers that sound great. The fragrance dries down gradually: first the flowers, then the cannabis, and finally, patchouli remains with a background of tobacco, incense, and non-sweet avainillated leather. It’s very pleasant, although the initial promise of those two hours is better than the base, which has rivals like Loewe 7. The projection is reasonable, about two hours at arm’s length, and it lasts between eight and ten hours. I loved the opening; it’s one of my favorites from the brand and easier to wear than By the Fireplace.
I loved it more than the cannabis; it smells like rich incense. I can’t comment on longevity because I only tested it on paper, but it’s already going straight to my wishlist, though I’ll have to save up for it.
I loved it. It smells more like rich incense than cannabis. Regarding longevity, I can’t comment since I only tested it on paper, but it’s already going straight to my wishlist. Just need to save up for it.
Ideal for young people; I don’t see it on an adult. It’s fresh, fun, cool, and bold for someone extroverted. It smells a bit sweet; I notice a lot of apple in the opening and, obviously, Mary Jane, but in a good way, the best kind. It doesn’t stink like a hippie, but like a strawberry kid smoking the best weed, haha. When I’ve worn it, mostly young people under 28 like it and feel comfortable near men or women. It’s a scent that invites fun without being scandalous; it’s modest and only perceived if you’re close. I only see it for daytime, for parties or gatherings, to enjoy a beautiful fragrance and be happy smelling the best of the best on marijuana.
Ideal for young people; I don’t see it on an adult. It’s youthful, fresh, fun, cool, and bold; I see it on someone extroverted. It smells a bit sweet; I notice a lot of apple at the beginning and, obviously, Mary Jane, but in a good way, and I think the best kind. It doesn’t stink like a hippie, but like a strawberry kid smoking the best weed, haha. When I’ve worn it, mostly young people, under 28, like it and feel comfortable near you, men or women. It’s a scent that invites fun without being scandalous; I’d say it’s modest and, at least if you’re close to the wearer, you perceive it. I only see it for daytime, for parties, gatherings, or to enjoy a beautiful fragrance and be happy smelling the best of the best on marijuana, haha.
This aroma is disgusting and horrifying; it smells like homemade medicine made with marijuana. In my family, we always bought the herb mixed with alcohol to give ‘sobas,’ and that’s what ‘Music Festival’ smells like: marijuana in alcohol, slightly smoky (the festival reference is obvious, because that’s where people smoke). It’s a repulsive smell; the only positive is that, like all perfumes from this brand, it lasts only a few minutes.
Weaker than a goldfinch’s poop. I didn’t like this line before it launched; I always thought Margiela would never make perfumes on their own, but after Diesel bought them, it made sense they’d milk the apple note. Having tried several, I’d say that aside from the Untogenie, the rest flirt with being sparkless fragrances in beautiful, expensive bottles. I wasn’t sure what moment this referenced, but when I tried it, I felt immersed in a festival. That caramelized, tasty apple tone is very perceptible in the opening; rather than a festival, it feels like a fair with its gadgets and the typical megaphone-scented train from the witch ride. It has a certain edge, manages to make you close your eyes and live a bottled sensory moment. Soon, a strong, wet leather emerges—not too dry; it might make you think of a soaked jacket, or if you try hard, the gears and oils of fair machinery. It works for me: sometimes I visualize a pre-influencer rock and folk festival, and other times a fair with the abstract smell of the crowd, the smoke of some Triana stoner passing by quickly, the caramel apple stand, and a chocolatier with bitter, rich chocolate. In the end, the blend feels like a very airy mixture, something that perhaps aimed to be thunderous and mysterious, but ends up as a misty, light current of dark, opaque, smoky, and slightly savory scales, like an alcoholic’s urge to take a sip of bourbon but very blurred, as if you were smelling the final gasps of a perfume applied hours ago. It might not be a problem for many; every day more people are happy with perfumes that create a low, personal aura, but I feel that for those who enjoy resinous and incense notes, they’re missing a high punch, not a mist of veiled features. It’s not bad—I just don’t want it—but it’s kept me smelling with pleasure and entertained me, considering the amount of garbage they shove at us. P.S.: It has 90s nostalgia. Those who were twenty back then will understand. There was a strong Woodstock-style rock revival; those who attended already had kids and evangelized their friends in a sublimated cult toward artisan leather gear for stoners, Janis Joplin, and incense sticks while Led Zeppelin or Jefferson Airplane played on re-recorded tapes and a poorly made joint was passed around. I didn’t live Woodstock, but the 90s caught me as a teenager, and this Music Festival reminds me of those years when following my school friends, we thought we were young intellectuals, all with lots of pomp and ceremony, possessed by teenage angst that years later makes you blush. P.S. II: If the Replica line is characterized by terrible sillage and longevity, then it doesn’t matter what you try; whether it’s a soft musk or an oriental-yonqui like this, they all suffer from the same thing: a very short life.
Weaker than a goldfinch’s ass. This line caught me off guard before I even left the house; Martin Margiela would never have touched perfumes on his own, but since Diesel took the helm, it was logical they’d start squeezing the apple. After trying several, I say that aside from the original Untitled, the rest flirt with being sparkless fragrances in pretty bottles at a golden price. I’d heard of this one and honestly had no idea what it was supposed to be, but when I tried it, I felt like I’d plunged into a festival. That caramelized, tasty apple note hits hard at first, to the point where instead of a festival, you feel like you’re at a fair with all its gadgets and the typical megaphone-scented train from the witch. Hey, it has its point; it does make you close your eyes and live through a bottled sensory moment. I think that’s where it succeeds. Soon after, a strong, wet leather note rises—not too dry, which might make you think of a soaked jacket or, if you try hard, the gears and oils of fairground machines. That’s where I fit in; sometimes I visualize a pre-influencer rock and folk festival, and other times I imagine wandering a fair where your nose catches the abstract scent of the crowd, the smoke of some Triana stoner passing by quickly, the caramel apple stand, and why not, a chocolate shop with that dark, bitter, tasty chocolate. In the end, the mix comes out as a very airy mess, something that perhaps aimed to be thunderous and mysterious given its notes and intent, but it leaves nothing but a misty, light current of dark, opaque, smoky, and slightly sweet scales, like an alcoholic’s urge to take a sip of bourbon but very blurred, as if you’re smelling the final gasps of a perfume applied hours ago. Maybe this isn’t a problem for many; every day there are more people daring to say they don’t want to stink on anyone, who are very happy with fragrances that create a low, personal aura. But I feel that for those who enjoy resinous and incense notes, what’s missing is a higher punch, not a mist of veiled traits. I can’t say it’s bad; for me, at least, I don’t want to avoid it, but it kept me sniffing with pleasure and entertained me, and that’s something considering the amount of trash they shove down our throats here and there. P.S. It has a bit of 90s nostalgia; those who were twenty then will understand. Back then, there was a very strong Woodstock rock revival; those who attended the festival back then already had grown children, and many were those who evangelized their friends in a sublimated cult toward artisan leather rigs for stoners, Janis Joplin, and the string of incense sticks while some Led Zeppelin or Jefferson Airplane played on a re-recorded cassette tape and a dying, poorly made joint passed hand to hand among teenagers. I didn’t live Woodstock, needless to say, but the 90s caught me as a teenager, and this Music Festival made me remember those years when following my high school friends, we thought we were cool, different young people, all with much pomp and ceremony, possessed by the typical teenage angst that years later makes you blush. P.S. II. If anything characterizes the Replica line is its pathetic sillage and longevity. It doesn’t matter which one you try, whether a soft musk or an oriental yonqui-like one like this; they all suffer from the same thing: a very short life.
I’m here to defend this fragrance. I love sweet and citrusy scents, and I rarely enjoy incense or leather. I lean feminine, but I’m not afraid of masculinity. I don’t smell much cannabis; I used to smoke a lot, even high-quality stuff, and honestly, I can’t detect it. What I do notice is the apple, the incense, and a delicious leather. It’s nothing weak; it’s versatile and pleasant. I was worried it might be too strong, but instead, I wanted to carry it and reapply it after three hours. The sillage is a bit more than ‘moderate,’ but I wouldn’t call it intense; it’s just a bit stronger than other Maison Margiela scents and won’t overwhelm anyone. In conclusion, if you don’t like it, or if you’re a 40+ guy who’s only ever listened to Maná or Rammstein, or if you’re under 15 and still want to smell like Axe Chocolate, then this isn’t for you.
I’m here to defend this fragrance. I love sweet and citrusy scents, but I rarely enjoy incense and leather; I lean feminine, though I’m not afraid of masculine notes. I don’t smell much cannabis (I used to smoke high-quality weed a lot, yet I still don’t detect it). What I do notice is the apple and incense; the leather is delicious. It’s not weak at all—it’s versatile and friendly. I was afraid it might be too strong, but instead, I wanted to carry it and reapply it at the 3-hour mark. The sillage is a bit more intense than ‘moderate,’ but I wouldn’t call it intense; it’s just slightly stronger than other Maison Margiela scents and won’t overwhelm anyone. In conclusion: if you don’t like it, or if you’re a 40+ man who’s never grown past Maná or Rammstein, or if you’re under 15 and still want to smell like Axe Chocolate, then skip it.