Brazilian Crush Cheirosa '62 Perfume Mist Review

It is the last day of a certain year Beyond which there is nothing left of sun. It is the zenith of the desire, many-colored,… A land too ripe for enigmas, too much self, The world an immeasurable crust of pastry. -Wallace Stevens, “Credences of Summer”

The Story

Sol de Janeiro didn’t just launch a scent; they engineered a personality transplant. Inspired by the sun-drenched “Bossa Nova” era of 1962 Rio, Cheirosa ’62 is the bottled equivalent of the brand’s cult-favorite Bum Bum Cream. It’s a fragrance built on the premise of cheirosa—a Brazilian Portuguese term that essentially means smelling delicious from sunrise to sunset. But while the marketing paints a picture of sophisticated coastal elegance, the reality is a bit more heavy-handed. It’s less “chic Mediterranean villa” and more “I accidentally spilled a salted caramel latte on my expensive beach towel.” Sticky.

The Smells

The opening is an aggressive, sugary “hello” of pistachio and almond. It’s nutty and warm, successfully dodging the medicinal, synthetic “cherry” scent that usually plagues cheap almond notes. As the sugar rush subsides, you get a brief, polite nod from jasmine and heliotrope, but they are quickly buried under the real stars of the show. The dry-down is a massive, unapologetic hit of salted caramel and vanilla, grounded by just enough sandalwood to keep it from being literal pancake syrup. It is creamy, golden, and aggressively gourmand—the olfactory equivalent of a triple-scoop sundae.

The Take

The “Daily Driver” for the Perpetual Vacationer. If you’re looking for a complex, evolving masterpiece with architectural “sillage,” keep walking. This is a body mist, and it has the staying power of a summer fling; you’ll be frantically re-spritzing by 1:00 PM just to maintain a hint of that caramel base. It lacks the gravitas for a formal evening, and frankly, anyone expecting “high perfumery” will be disappointed by its linear, sugary stubbornness. However, if your goal is to smell like a literal snack and boost your mood on a rainy Tuesday, this is the gold standard. It’s fun, it’s loud, and it’s the ultimate low-stakes dopamine hit—just don’t expect it to last longer than your lunch break.