I had no idea how much March hated/loved Zoologist Bee until after I fell in love with it. I had missed this – “Bee offers it all – a whiff of horse stables, a heady dose of hawthorne, standing downwind from a grove of Bradford pears in bloom and smelling like buttered feet … deeply interesting smells that aren’t everyone’s idea of enjoyable.”
I spray on Bee and get glorious buttered sunshine. It opens big, and I do mean big. Just this syrupy jellied incensed indolic glob of honey. I think March and I smell exactly the same thing, and we both find it weirdly wonderful, but on me, I think it just starts turning into something wearable instead of barnyard.
It does not get smaller in terms of size of scent or projection for probably a couple of hours. I loved this review on Fragrantica – “A bumblebee wiggles its pollen-coated fuzzy little butt under your nose in late spring.” Well, yeah, except he was a lot more aggressive than wiggling! He was backing his furry little behind right up in my nose.
There is a level of barnyard, I get it as mostly indoles from the white florals, but that part doesn’t last long on me. Zoologist Bee smooths over into a honeyed white floral syrup. I really want to spray some Tea for Two on this, but I don’t have any.
The longevity is ridiculous. As long as I though Zoologist Tyrannosaurus Rex lasted, this is like twice as long. It gets softer and a little more vanilla incensed, but still syrup and still white floral, just softer, more diffused.
Now for the experiment. I though, which one is bitter, Zoologist Tyrannosaurus Rex or Zoologist Bee? First, you really have to put them on next to each other, it’s like some crazy hot tire/bee’s ass mashup. This is when you first put it on. I laughed for like 10 minutes putting them on together – things that don’t belong together, they are fighting like bees and dinosaurs, and the bee morphs into this great fearsome bee. A huffing, smoking syrup spewing bee. It is a thing of wonder.
You are thinking… surely the dinosaur must win and will eventually extinguish the bee, but! … slowly the darn syrupy white floral wraps around the sulphuric dinosaur fumes and makes this crazy quilt of cozy. The great, cozy drydown of T-Rex takes away some of that syrup or makes it not as aggressive. The Bee wins, but she is changed.
So if you are stuck in, are you wearing stuff you don’t get to normally wear to work? Playing with combinations that are usually too potentially lethal to try within three days of needing to be around people?