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Ancient High Cultures and Resins
Uruk is considered one of, if not the oldest city in human history and the birthplace of (cuneiform) writing and the center of power of King Gilgamesh.
So much for the starting point and the historically significant name.
In terms of notes, Uruk appears almost minimalist against the backdrop of its release year, and indeed the scent profile is not overwhelming or extraordinarily complex (which is by no means a bad thing). The fragrance captures the theme: the ancient Sumerian spirit, enclosed in smoke and resin, frozen for millennia in a bubble of bubbling incense.
Authentic in this scent profile is also the subtle animalic quality - the Cistus Labdanum and musk create a slightly salty, animalic note. This raises questions: What space has this resin scented?
Was it a scribe's chamber, where someone penned the legends of the king in the earliest writing of human history? Or were they the rooms of the king himself, ceremonially smoked to appease the spirits of the lion conqueror? Or are we on the streets of Uruk itself, at night, while a cool wind blows outside and warmth and resinous scent beckon from within? Are these the impressions of a weary trade caravan passing through the city walls in awe? I do not know, but I can envision all three scenarios here.
The resins are strong, yet not warmed, certainly not by the church's turibulum. It is also not the delicate, curated smoke of a selected incense blend. Raw, slightly salty, spicy-animalic resin greets me here. It almost has hints of animalic leather or Costus. As it develops and with the warmth of the skin, the orange comes forth a bit, though it is heavy and oily - much of the essential oil of the peel is present, and a bit of the sweetness of the flesh, no zesty summer citrus in sight. The musk warms up and gives the whole thing a cozy feel. Aside from that, I can almost vividly see a thick and misshapen lump of resin from not quite exhausted incense, made up of several resins fused together, eternally frozen on not fully burned coal in a heavy, rough incense bowl, crafted by the hands of an ancient Sumerian smith, artistically made and placed on a (perhaps home) altar.
For resin fans, archaeology nerds, and lovers of moderate dirt.
So much for the starting point and the historically significant name.
In terms of notes, Uruk appears almost minimalist against the backdrop of its release year, and indeed the scent profile is not overwhelming or extraordinarily complex (which is by no means a bad thing). The fragrance captures the theme: the ancient Sumerian spirit, enclosed in smoke and resin, frozen for millennia in a bubble of bubbling incense.
Authentic in this scent profile is also the subtle animalic quality - the Cistus Labdanum and musk create a slightly salty, animalic note. This raises questions: What space has this resin scented?
Was it a scribe's chamber, where someone penned the legends of the king in the earliest writing of human history? Or were they the rooms of the king himself, ceremonially smoked to appease the spirits of the lion conqueror? Or are we on the streets of Uruk itself, at night, while a cool wind blows outside and warmth and resinous scent beckon from within? Are these the impressions of a weary trade caravan passing through the city walls in awe? I do not know, but I can envision all three scenarios here.
The resins are strong, yet not warmed, certainly not by the church's turibulum. It is also not the delicate, curated smoke of a selected incense blend. Raw, slightly salty, spicy-animalic resin greets me here. It almost has hints of animalic leather or Costus. As it develops and with the warmth of the skin, the orange comes forth a bit, though it is heavy and oily - much of the essential oil of the peel is present, and a bit of the sweetness of the flesh, no zesty summer citrus in sight. The musk warms up and gives the whole thing a cozy feel. Aside from that, I can almost vividly see a thick and misshapen lump of resin from not quite exhausted incense, made up of several resins fused together, eternally frozen on not fully burned coal in a heavy, rough incense bowl, crafted by the hands of an ancient Sumerian smith, artistically made and placed on a (perhaps home) altar.
For resin fans, archaeology nerds, and lovers of moderate dirt.
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