Ambre Mystère Autour du Parfum

I met Thierry Autour, whom some (like himself) describe as a scientist, others as madmen, in a North American national park in a place difficult for civilization to access, the location of which I promised to keep secret. The nature and temperature of the soil here is ideal for his olfactory experiments, he assured me. Some time ago, he buried various resins from North and South America, Egypt and Thailand here to study their tectonic qualities, as he said. Due to the anomaly of the soil, the resins would never harden and would constantly remain in motion, sometimes even melt and separate again, as in a lava lamp, he enthusiastically described. However, the scent experience during the exposure of the resins was unique, as the aromas would gradually evaporate after some time, so it was an honour for me and I should close my eyes, he smiled mischievously as he knelt on the damp ground with a small shovel and a root brush and sat the first careful shovel stabs in the ground. I closed my eyes.
In the beginning, I sensed a warm, spicy, earthy smell of patchouli, which seemed to blend with a slightly pungent green vetiver. Both fragrances merged pleasantly and seemed to complement each other in their contrasts. That was just the smell of the earth and the grass here, Thierry laughed and I heard him continue scraping.
About five minutes later, a slightly smoky, resinous, minimally cinnamony-vanilla aroma took over, reminding me of gingerbread, and Thierry assured me that these were the South American Peru and Tolu balsam resins that evoked these notes, and which, with their tectonic movement, liked to melt together to enhance each other's aromas.
After another ten minutes, the fragrance brightened a little, giving it a slightly medicinal resinous character, which Thierry attributed to the benzoin, which now mixes with the smell of the damp meadow. For me it still smelled like fresh vetiver. This impression now changed with a distant cumin-like scent that mixed with the cinnamon-vanilla resin and seemed to be glazed with warm honey. This is the Labdanum resin, which elicits this impression from the Peru and Tolu balsam, Thierry indulged in, before he gave me a one-hour geological lecture on the peculiarities of resin tectonics, to which, however, I paid no attention because of the spicy-warm enjoyment, in which now slowly more and more the smell of balsamic-tobacco-like amber mixed. Thierry lectured and came to me with chemical soil processes, which I could not comprehend with the best will in the world, I concentrated rather on the ever sweeter, warm and spicy amber scent, which now lasted for many hours before it slowly disappeared I could now open my eyes again, Thierry said earnestly, whereupon I did exactly that. Laughing with tears, he offered me a bottle of Ambre Mystère. These perfume junkies believed even the most absurd theories, as long as it was only a matter of discovering new olfactory compositions, he snorted, resin tectonics and aroma archaeology, he did not get any more. I could keep the bottle, he finally said, he recommended the fragrance for autumn to spring and that the Sillage was rather moderate, I would have noticed myself.