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Beautiful Stagnation
With Oudh fragrances that do not specify the origin of the Oud, it is not uncommon to expect low quality, perhaps not even "real" Oud. At least, releases from brands that are usually communicative in this regard evoke that impression. In this sense, I was surprised by this fragrance, as Agar Aura is known for proclaiming such details. Be that as it may, this skepticism should not prove to be justified, so here follows my travel report:
Initially wandering through golden, autumnal forests, the trees on the earthy ground surrounded by fallen yellow-brown leaves. A pleasant woody scent permeates the scene. Oily, ideas of polish refine this fragrance, an olfactory golden-brown incarnation of a sun-drenched forest in cool air. Succulent-woody, dripping, no, -crawling resin drops.
Gradually, Agar Attar takes on a green facet, first subtle, then dark green, evoking a bitter leaf brew. This intermezzo lasts only briefly, it becomes harsher, the wind roars, the forests sway in said wind. Woody notes, freshly cut wounds, tree saps.
Now transformation; leathery nuances, for moments tinged with green, then gourmand accents. Here now, lingering in the status quo, but not in the sense of Mephistopheles or Faust, rather because this creation stagnates in its development. Still woody, albeit only slightly, still leathery. Also without extraordinary features, even smelling paler, at least partially.
Here the journey ends, infinitely beautiful in the moment but without further progression, one enjoys lingering here, yet does not move forward anyway. In this respect, a brief, olfactory adventure, catchy, easy to feel into.
If one were to criticize, it would be the longevity and the lack of unique characteristics. Sure, Agar Attar is strong, smells good, is not complex but directly present. For that, partially very soft, sometimes less than moderately woody, only rarely hypnotic like the leather here. That's a pity, as more could have been possible; the brand and its works otherwise impress with more depth.
Initially wandering through golden, autumnal forests, the trees on the earthy ground surrounded by fallen yellow-brown leaves. A pleasant woody scent permeates the scene. Oily, ideas of polish refine this fragrance, an olfactory golden-brown incarnation of a sun-drenched forest in cool air. Succulent-woody, dripping, no, -crawling resin drops.
Gradually, Agar Attar takes on a green facet, first subtle, then dark green, evoking a bitter leaf brew. This intermezzo lasts only briefly, it becomes harsher, the wind roars, the forests sway in said wind. Woody notes, freshly cut wounds, tree saps.
Now transformation; leathery nuances, for moments tinged with green, then gourmand accents. Here now, lingering in the status quo, but not in the sense of Mephistopheles or Faust, rather because this creation stagnates in its development. Still woody, albeit only slightly, still leathery. Also without extraordinary features, even smelling paler, at least partially.
Here the journey ends, infinitely beautiful in the moment but without further progression, one enjoys lingering here, yet does not move forward anyway. In this respect, a brief, olfactory adventure, catchy, easy to feel into.
If one were to criticize, it would be the longevity and the lack of unique characteristics. Sure, Agar Attar is strong, smells good, is not complex but directly present. For that, partially very soft, sometimes less than moderately woody, only rarely hypnotic like the leather here. That's a pity, as more could have been possible; the brand and its works otherwise impress with more depth.
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