Acrasia

Acrasia by BeauFort London is a deeply evocative, unisex fragrance that balances dark, spiced florals with a mysterious, resinous depth. It opens with a bright, zesty burst of bergamot and Sicilian lemon, layered over an unusual wine note that some describe as licorice-sweet and others as vaguely alcoholic. This unusual top note quickly evolves into a lush, textured heart where cinnamon, incense, and geranium unfold into a rich, creamy base of vanilla, patchouli, amber, and musk. The dry-down reveals a darker rose, not floral in any conventional sense, but rather earthy, dusty, and slightly feline, akin to temple incense or saddle soap. It's a scent that lingers long after application, with a warmth that feels enveloping yet never overwhelming. It’s one of the most approachable offerings from BeauFort London—less confrontational than their other releases, yet still deeply moody and gothic in spirit. Performance is exceptionally durable, often lasting well into the next day, especially in cooler seasons. It’s best worn in the evening, where its smoky-sweet layers unfold with hypnotic complexity. Users describe it as unique and distinct from other BeauFort fragrances, with some comparing it to a surrealist take on Prada Amber Pour Homme or a more restrained version of Iron Duke. While not loud in projection, it gains presence in warm settings or upon skin. Some find the metallic, slightly boozy dry-down unsettling, particularly if the fragrance leans into a post-drinking aura—though others find this aspect deeply authentic and compelling. The scent feels entirely personal: it may appear fresh initially, but it reveals its true character only after several hours, transforming from an initially sharp, citrusy green opening to a shimmering, wrapped-in-night atmosphere. This is not a gourmand opium or a sweet rose bomb. It’s not a birthday party sparkler. Acrasia is complex, more subversive than it first appears, and ideal for those who appreciate perfume as a form of expression—particularly those drawn to dark, intangible narratives of love, decay, and mystery.