Spirito
Meo Fusciuni (2019)

A very nice, crisp herbal fougère with an aquatic, blue-green 1990s feel that makes it feel slightly dated. I do like the complex interplay of anisic herbs, shaving foam, and this dark, brackish ‘hedge’ accord that may or may not be cedar. My only complaint, really, is that spending over 200 euros on what is basically a Drakkar Noir upgrade is a bit of a piss take. Why are indie perfumers swimming in such crowded-genre waters?

Mostly a nondescript concoction of contradicting herbal notes that resemble a rain forest. At first its quite difficult to point out all the notes, everything feels intact and in harmony. However after sometime I can't help but notice something is noticeably out of place. Within a few minutes a strange "funk" emerges - likely the result of hyssop and papyrus and/or possibly even a tinge of patchouli wrapped in civet musk - reminding me of body odor. Then in the dry down, a shower gel aroma surfaces which smells a lot like dihydromyrcenol - quite off putting making the scent unwearable to me. Despite its flaws, Spirito is blended remarkably well, but is overall not something I find interesting nor appealing as I am reminded of axe body spray.

Spirito is a magnificent perfume, an aromatic vetiver with an energizing opening given by cypress and green notes of angelica and chamomile. After the opening, a beautiful dry vetiver begins to emerge, very masculine, austere and smoky / leathery, which is accompanied for some time by the notes of chamomile and is supported by elemi and cedar wood. From here on, the perfume will not evolve much, but it will remain wonderfully true to itself, giving a sense of comfort and pampering to the wearer. Like the other perfumes of the house, it does not have a great projection but is felt with discretion leaving a very slight trail at the beginning and then settling and becoming a very intimate perfume, but always well perceptible for about 6 or 7 hours, on clothes. much more.
Ideal for the office and for any informal or casual context as long as you don't dress like a vulgar in a suit or bermuda, a perfume for an adult man and not a boy.
For me I passed with flying colors and immediately finished at the top of my preferences.

An impeccably arrayed green fougère with a sweet woody backdrop, Spirito is a breath of freedom in a pretty restricted grouping. The thing has impressive depth, playing off the light breezy meadow notes – delicate angelica, smooth chamomile, a mélange of herbs – against both greenish and richer woods and with a nice seesaw balance of citruses up top (they aren't mentioned in the declared notes but seem to be present to my nose) and sweet and dark patchouli and tonka tones below.
Meo Fusciuni seems to be bringing genuinely interesting things to the perfumery table but, alas, at a price point aiming for the well-heeled.