Myslf

Myslf arrives as a study in contrasts—a fragrance that pairs the scrubbed, almost antiseptic clarity of bergamot with the creamy indulgence of Tunisian orange blossom absolute, all whilst sitting atop a foundation of Ambrofix that pulses with synthetic ambergris warmth. This is YSL leaning into the modern laundromat aesthetic, but with enough floral opulence to prevent it from becoming a clinical exercise. The bergamot here isn't your standard citrus flourish; Raynaud extracts both the fruit and the leaf, creating a green-tinged brightness that feels simultaneously fresh-pressed and slightly bitter. When that collides with the orange blossom—thick, honeyed, almost narcotic in its sweetness—you get a tension that keeps Myslf from settling into easy categorisation.

The Ambrofix does heavy lifting in the base, lending that smooth, skin-like radiance that's become ubiquitous in contemporary masculine-leaning fragrances, whilst Indonesian patchouli adds earthy ballast without veering into head-shop territory. There's a distinctly synthetic quality to the whole composition, not as criticism but as observation—this feels engineered for maximal diffusion, the kind of scent that announces itself in lifts and lingers in meeting rooms. It's for the person who wants to smell expensive and put-together without broadcasting 'fragrance enthusiast'. Think pressed shirts, mid-morning coffee meetings, the studied casualness of someone who's moisturised before getting dressed. Unisex in the truest sense: neither masculine nor feminine, just relentlessly modern.