Gorod Myortvyx Korolej

Город мёртвых королей / Huế

Anna Zworykina

... this is exactly how this fragrance, now called HUE, smells, if I'm correctly informed...

Even though the old name sounds a bit more Christian, that doesn't change the fact that the scent is a true experience.
This is likely to be one of the shortest comments I've ever written.
The fragrance is incredibly multifaceted but at the same time so complexly constructed (masterfully one might say) that an elaborate description somehow seems impossible...

Time travel back to the wildest 70s.
Right in the middle of a tent full of smoking, drumming, guitar-playing hippies.
Music, singing, bare skin.
There is dancing, flirting, sweating, and smoking.
A lot, a lot of smoking.
Incense sticks in all possible and impossible scent forms - and as if that weren't enough - fragrance lamps and scented candles. Spices, herbs, and various liqueurs.
It’s as if all the smells of a complete hippie market were stuffed into a drop of perfume or into a single hippie tent.
Add to that a big whiff of green forest floor air.
In the morning I wake up. Still euphorically dazed, I sniff my shirt, which still smells of all the nuances from the night before. The scent of the brewery wafts in through the window and joins in as well.
Exhausted but completely satisfied, I turn over again.