5
The smell of ancient wisdom.
I find most of Ernest Beaux's fragrances to be a bit simplistic and utilitarian. That is absolutely not the case here. This is poetry in perfume.
The clear aldehydic opening smells of the sun reflecting off of the snow. Flowers come together and lose their identity, instead becoming a cool, sharp wind. Ancient stone steps, still redolent of the incense burned there for centuries, crawl upward into the heavens.
This may be the most intensely religious feeling perfume I've ever encountered. An incredible beauty.
The clear aldehydic opening smells of the sun reflecting off of the snow. Flowers come together and lose their identity, instead becoming a cool, sharp wind. Ancient stone steps, still redolent of the incense burned there for centuries, crawl upward into the heavens.
This may be the most intensely religious feeling perfume I've ever encountered. An incredible beauty.
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