Relentlessly, the smoldering cedar juniper strikes and numbs the senses. The cloud is inevitable and makes passersby roll their eyes and heads. Alert mode. The first half hour is marked by this piercing, burning heat. Slowly, woody and resinous notes begin to break through. Dark, earthy tobacco finds its way and is enveloped by heavy incense. It is not a sacred, not a resinous, not a soft incense, but a harshly burning resin mixture that hits you right in the face.
Deep down, oud slowly grows, dominated by mushroom and earth.
Softened and made somewhat more bearable for the masses at the train station by sweet influences.
Linear progression, no surprises. The end.
Natural. Authentic. Not for delicate noses.
Projection and longevity are quite alright.
At this point, a little anecdote from my trip to Australia, where I was searching for Australian brands and received the response in a boutique that these brands don't produce anything good and that the not-so-nice woman, in my opinion, doesn't carry them for that reason. The person who was in the store before me was similarly unfriendly sent off. I don't know...