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Funes el memorioso
Amouage OPUS IV offers a strangely unfamiliar yet somehow familiar swirl of scents, which in turns evoke memories in my mind of various objects: old books, wet straw, damp sisal rugs, the sandalwood incense at Pier 1 Imports, the gurjum resin I smelled in a Montale perfume, the sour scent of chamomile tea...
Yes, this composition is extraordinarily complex. I'm not sure what to think of it, to be honest. It's definitely not feminine. Is it masculine? No, I don't think so. It's more like the scent of things than people, it seems to me. OPUS IV is a foreign scent because it combines so many different kinds of things from very different places, that I feel as though I'm looking through a kaleidoscope.
I don't think that I would want a full bottle of OPUS IV, but it is certainly an interesting experience. In some ways, it reflects the complexity of a library, filled with thousands of books filled with millions of different ideas. It reminds me of the Borges character Funes el memorioso...
Yes, this composition is extraordinarily complex. I'm not sure what to think of it, to be honest. It's definitely not feminine. Is it masculine? No, I don't think so. It's more like the scent of things than people, it seems to me. OPUS IV is a foreign scent because it combines so many different kinds of things from very different places, that I feel as though I'm looking through a kaleidoscope.
I don't think that I would want a full bottle of OPUS IV, but it is certainly an interesting experience. In some ways, it reflects the complexity of a library, filled with thousands of books filled with millions of different ideas. It reminds me of the Borges character Funes el memorioso...