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embostats – :
When I spray this I feel like running with sasquatches through heavily wooded forests, beard hanging down to my ankles. It makes me think of camping in a meadow and fishing a creek for enjoyment of the outdoors. A mountain mans cologne with its musky green aroma. The bottle fits the scent on this gem perfectly. I wish the projection and silage were slightly better but for the price you cant beat it.
nuapteminiast – :
Just found some 1.5oz bottles on clearance at Walmart for $7ea and grabbed three of them. It’s the best $21 I’ve spent at Walmart in a while. I absolutely love Steston Sierra and I think this wonderful fragrance should be in everyones collection. I highly recommend!
EDDIE – :
Aldehydes, pine, cedar, and jasmine, with a subdued blast of carnations. Of the many scents I’ve had the chance to smell, this is, no bullshit, one of the more unique. The aldehydes and pine come together to bring you a clear picture of a lake in the middle of an evergreen forest; the cool breeze sweeping through the spruce. There aren’t many fragrances this fresh, without being aquatic nor “sport”, on the market. I’d highly suggest you try this. My favorite out of the Stetsons that I’ve tried.
vovchiks777 – :
Heading out tonight and I just sprayed some Stetson Sierra on. Something was off. What was it…?
Changed into a flannel shirt and now it smells right.
SakMyKak – :
i love,love,love this cologne and will never wear it.i am a hypocrite like every one to a certain extent.this bottle is dirt cheap but i would have to be a tycoon to pull this one off.the price of this cologne is way too close to what is actually left in my wallet before payday.i belong to sierra and sierra belongs to me.man i love this cologne,man i love polo green.if i was the only man in the world,i would use polo green at night and sierra in the morning.
rick1967 – :
If you’re a fan of Polo Crest, and lament its discontinuation and rarity, Stetson Sierra may be of some comfort. Perfumemaster.org has an interesting algorithm that compares fragrances by percentages, and it finds these two scents to be 90% similar to each other, which isn’t far off IMO. They are remarkably close, although Crest is still quite a bit superior in ingredient quality and legibility. I happen to have a small bottle of Crest, and although I prefer it to Sierra, Coty’s effort feels like something I’d be fine wearing on October weekends and casual Fridays, when I don’t want to dip into my precious (and limited) stock of the dc’d Lauren scent.
Sierra also bears a fleeting similarity to Preferred Stock, mostly in how its darker wood and patchouli notes are handled (the accord is grafted out of PS), but this aspect of its development is very brief. Basically the top notes are refreshing pine, bergamot, lavender, and aldehydes, which create a fizzy, diffuse character to the early stage of the fragrance. As it dries, the pine rapidly gets more herbal, with notable hints of wormwood, sage, black pepper, juniper, and geranium. This begins to lose clarity within a five minute time span, and the subtle sweetness of coumarin, patchouli, and amber take over (which is when the Preferred Stock impression creeps in). Five minutes after that, a light cedar/basil/moss/musk accord remains, carrying a floral sweetness along for two to three hours, before fading away. Of considerable interest is a light but tenacious jasmine note, very delicate and semi-sweet, which glows softly alongside Sierra’s woodier base notes, lifting its deft little composition a notch above typical drugstore fare, and further into a respectable designer zone. Sierra is cheap, but not super cheap: 1.5 ounces is about $20. If Coty were to release this in a 3.3 oz bottle, it would probably cost around $50. I definitely think it’s worth it.
This is a cologne concentration, and longevity isn’t very good, but the scent is decent for the price. Its main comparative is an excellent fragrance, so it is in good company in that regard, and it certainly smells somewhat natural, with good dynamism between notes and accords for about twenty minutes. You can expect to smell vaguely of pine, basil, jasmine, and musk for a few hours into the work day after applying Sierra, which isn’t going to make much of an impression on anyone, but is definitely a gentle masculine touch. I consider this a typical example of an early nineties “fresh” masculine, in the same general vein as Preferred Stock, Polo, Sung Homme, and Tsar. The pine note is particularly good here, although it only endures in high fidelity for about two minutes. Worth a few dollars and a sniff if you see it. Not a great scent, but a good one.
berloga111111 – :
This stuff starts with a great subdued foresty opening, both because of its low concentration and because of an interesting lack of sharp top notes. A sort of sharpness later develops which is very solventy…it smells (and burns) more like alcohol 5 minutes after application than it did 5 seconds after, which is really strange. Gradually a sweetness creeps in which I didn’t detect in the first few minutes, which in part is fruity: banana-like and metallic in the same way as the sweetness in Acier Aluminium, though of course not as well-executed. The rest of the sweetness is provided by wintergreen. At this stage, I think of household cleaner…maybe this is the Pinesol aspect that people say they smell in a lot of foresty scents. As the drydown progresses, the most off-putting element probably is the wintergreen because it’s too mouthwashy. The other issue is, how did those steel bananas find their way into what used to be such a beautiful forest.
ganss.kostyan – :
My dad wears this religiously. It smells great on him, so it must work with his chemistry. I’ve been with him when women compliment him on it as well, so it’s not just that it’s a nostalgic smell for me and that’s why I like it. It’s crisp and woody all at the same time. I definitely get the basil and bergamot in the initial foreground and then the patchouli and amber smell warms in the background as it dries down.
mspilot – :
One of the worst colognes i have ever tried. Had to work with a guy who wore this all the time. Should have told him to throw it in the trash.
Rebok55 – :
my mom bought this for me when I was about 19. I wore it to a party. big mistake as all the guys made fun of me.
it’s actually not that bad if you’re of retirement age.
Frater – :
When I was at school in the mid-70s, our Form teacher, who was also Head of French, used to arrive each morning as if he had just taken a bath in ‘Brut-33, Splash-on’.
A podgy, stocky, red-faced, irascible bully of a man, ‘Sir’ possessed a characteristic gait similar to that of ‘Policeman Plod’ as his feet pointed outwards beyond 45-degrees, making him an ‘easy-target’ for ‘us boys’ as we conferred him with the somehow befitting moniker of, ‘Penguin’.
Teenagers can be so creative, yet naughty and cruel all at the same time.
Still, ‘Sir’ – a veritable ‘product’ of Britain’s former good old ‘National Service’ – arguably deserved our contempt, as he was behaviourally predisposed to violence, both physical and psychological, often shouting with rage and furious anger when, typically, he caught an inattentive boy doodling:
“Pay attention, boy!” he would bellow, “or I will hand out slabs of persecution!”
And without further ado, whilst habitually weilding a size 12 old ‘Dunlop “Greenflash”‘ tennis shoe for added menace, ‘Sir’ would accost the said pupil forcibly, as he tried to discover the now quickly hidden collection of cartoon-sketched, dripping knobs and pussies ‘Smith’ had been industriously drawing, instead of paying attention to the French lesson in which we were meant to learn how to conjugate verbs.
Moreover, despite ‘Sir’s’ daily application of Faberge’s popular zeitgeist ‘men’s aftershave’, come first-break, when we bundled back in to our form-room to get our books for the next lessons of ‘double-chemistry’ – an event noteworthy primarily for its relative state of tedium, as opposed to inspired learning, one was hit by a stench of gargantuan proportion: a Leviathan of a stink, as ‘Sir’s adrenaline, classroom-rage-generated B.O. and obnoxious pipe-smoke breath ‘coloured’ the airways further with the sweet fougere delights of Faberge’s paradigm scent. This was duly exacerbated in Autumn and Spring terms as all the ancient iron-framed windows were hermetically sealed by decades of fossilised lead-based, gloss paint, together with the massive ironmongery of the archaic radiators gushing-out unrelenting, excessive heat like Satan’s lair. Add to this environment, the combined odours of the 2 previous classes of hormonally labile, restlest teenage boys, and the result was indeed, ‘pure chemistry’, albeit of the most wantonly disgusting variety, especially if the last pupil exiting ‘Room, 3A’ had ‘dropped one’ just for purposes of boyish sport.
Anyway, the point of this preamble is that for reasons apposite to my logging-on, here, I have sensed this odour of fear, bullying, rebellion, and strategies of retreat all last week, and, when at the gym this morning, I espied and then smelled someone spraying-on ‘Stetson’, it propelled me back to those 5th-year days in ’76: ‘Sir’s “Brut”‘, his outrageous ‘control-freak’ bullying and the accompanying deeper stench of purulent dysfunction.
It’s funny what perfumes make you think!
“Chin chin and au revoir!”
Andyray