The opening smells explosively bright, sweet, creamy and sugary. It announces itself as a night club rave in a bottle. You’re dropped into a black painted room with mirrors to amplify massive white can lights, the music is blasting and the party is on. The atmosphere is electric and you’re in the middle of all of it.
It smells like chaos but controlled. Not much color to the smell of this, but plenty of contrast.
It settles in with wisps of gray smoke from tobacco. Facets of indolic, animalic, carnal intentions from the tuberose runs between the sweetness, smoke and other white florals. Some chunks of smashed unsweetened coconut is in here too. No references to the smell of the drug cocaine, like in Tom Ford’s Tuscan Leather, but it’s texture smells like crushed up rock candy, crystalized not powdered.
At the base, the vanilla is not creamy, but frosty similar Hanai Mori HM EDP, dense, a bit musky, some lift from Ambroxan. The coconut smooths out and the patchouli is bright, cleaned up, sparkling like Coco Mademoiselle EDP.
The closest fragrance I’ve smelled to this is Costume National Scent Intense EDP, which uses hibiscus to give it, it’s sparkle. Boclet’s Cocaine is more substantial in complexity and performance, a 10+ hour performer with just a few sprays. Scent Intense EDP is smoky and sweet, but more musky-sweet than frosted-sweet.
A bold fragrance, not meant for the faint of heart.
Franck Boclet’s Cocaine may not evoke the smell of the drug, but it may get people to ask you where you were and what you were doing last night.