Myths Man

Myths Man is where Amouage does brooding Gothic romance with a peculiarly floral bent. Daniel Visentin has created something genuinely unsettling here: a smoke-drenched leather composition that keeps lurching unexpectedly into powdery iris territory, as if Byron himself had doused his riding gloves in rose water before tossing them into the fire. The chrysanthemum and iris opening is deliberately funereal, all grey-green stems and dusty petals, whilst the rum and elemi resin inject a dark, sticky sweetness that prevents this from becoming another monotone leather exercise. There's genuine tension in how the rose—full-bodied and slightly jammy—wrestles with the acrid bite of ash and the tarry depth of labdanum. The vetiver adds an earthy, almost fungal quality that grounds the composition when the floral notes threaten to float away. This isn't leather tailored and polished; it's leather scorched and weathered, perhaps retrieved from the ruins of something magnificent. The spice accord thrums underneath, peppery and warm, whilst smoke billows through every stage like fog rolling through a churchyard. It's for those who find conventional masculine leather fragrances too safe, too predictable, and who don't mind smelling like they've been conducting arcane rituals in an abandoned orangery. Wear this when the light is failing and you're in the mood to feel properly atmospheric. Complex, challenging, and occasionally uncomfortable—exactly as Amouage should be.