Ambre Noir Brecourt 2011 Eau de Parfum

I'm still drooling! And at first, it wasn't even clear what direction this thing would take.
Wow! As clear and simple as Harâm seems, this Brecourt creation is crazy. It starts off quite harmless, somewhat fresh yet not. You can sense that there’s more to it. Delicious already, but in a side-by-side comparison (Ambre Noir on the left, Harâm on the right), I initially preferred Harâm.
This little black beast has a lot going on beneath the surface. It drifts along harmlessly for a while, then suddenly reveals the woods lurking behind the scenes, which are still green, as my nose detects in the middle: green softness, fresh yet dark, so dark-fresh.
And again and again, this balsamic treat in the middle. Suddenly, I spontaneously crave a BIG green Nappo. But I don’t have one. The comparison to crispy (Louce, here it is again!) chocolate is good, but Nappo resonates better for me. The dark chocolate around the gooey, crunchy white core!! Rhombically good.
But that’s not the end of it. No, no, no, no, no. The bergamot woods dipped in chocolate come back into play. And over all the treetops hovers patchouli. Brecourt seems to be quite taken with this stuff. Harâm is also clearly equipped with it. And the description on the French site is too cute: the creators apparently associate patchouli with eroticism and a mysterious aura. All the goths will moan in horror, especially if they could smell this chocolatey patchouli.
Ambre Noir is a wicked sweetness, with edges and corners, slightly smoothed out so it doesn’t press too hard. Hmm, Hmm, Hmmmmmm! Delicious.