Fumidus by Profumum

Boggy, peaty, smoky -- three things that aren't necessarily associated with a good perfume, but Fumidus by Profumum manages to accentuate the positive and turns the whole thing into the fragrant equivalent of a foggy romp across the peat marshes of Scotland.

If you like the sharp, bitter smell of single malt scotch mixed with some coal smoke and wet wool tweed, then you'll love Fumidus. People around you might wonder what the hell you're wearing, or maybe even why, but I half suspect that's the point behind the venture.

After a few hours, it loses its smoky, peat-bog qualities and settles down into the inevitable, masculine-fragrance musk for the rest of its duration -- acceptable, though too predictable; for how oddly strange and intriguingly different it started off, I expected more imagination out of the finale.