Le Labo Vetiver is like vetiver grass on fire, dense smoke almost burning your lungs with every inhale. All this with a leathery Cade and birch tar. If I close my eyes, this could almost be an early Lush perfume, or that snake oil shampoo bar that smelled like a witch’s brew. Maybe someone put a hex on me because this perfume smells stronger as the day goes on, instead of dying away. Forget the vetiver of air-conditioned hotel lobbies, this is a vetiver that buries you.
