Top Notes 
Nutmeg
Cardamom
Bergamot
Bitter orange
Clementine
Italian neroli
Lemon
Heart Notes 
Cinnamon
Clove
French beeswax
Jasminum grandiflorum
Moroccan rose absolute
Egyptian geranium
Mysore sandalwood
Tuberose absolute
Carnation absolute
Saffron absolute
Base Notes 
Siam benzoin
Tahitian vanilla
Cistus absolute
Labdanum
Opoponax
08/01/2025
ClaireV
958 Reviews
ClaireV
1
Creamy, complex saffron delight
A creamy, dessert-saffron takes center stage here. But a significant clove, ginger, orange, and cinnamon combination lends it a spicy pomander feel that makes my mind wander more in the direction of Pan d'Epices and other European Christmas treats, rather than in the direction of delicate, dusty-floral Indian milk puddings. There is rose too, and whole ladlefuls of a dark, molten honey - not sweet, but rather bitter and grown-up, like the slight edge of bitterness on a candied peel or a raisin that rescues a taste from being too sugary. There is a charming medieval feel, overall, like a rich golden tapestry hanging on a banquet hall or the taste and smell of those sticky (but dry) honey and almond cakes studded with nuts, cloves, and dried orange peel that are still popular in Siena and Pisa today, such as panforte and ricciarelli.
Cimabue is no simple gourmand, though. It's a fully-fledged oriental. It's as if the simple, gourmandy custard of Safran Troublant got dipped into the clove-studded orange and booze of Chanel's Coco, rubbed in the spicy velvet of Opium, and rolled around in the ambery dust of Fendi's Theorema, and emerged twelve hours later all the better and wiser for it. It's the pomander-cross-spice gourmand I had hoped Noir Epices by Frederic Malle would be (but wasn't).
I own two bottles of Safran Troublant, because I love it mindlessly and wear it as a simple comfort scent. But Cimabue is a step forward in the perfume evolutionary chain, and as a piece of art, I prefer it. However, since the age of customs and tariffs, I can no longer buy my annual travel sized bottle of Cimabue directly from Dawn, so Safran Troublant will have to do for now.
Cimabue, by the way, was the Italian artist famous for breaking with the flat Italo-Byzantine style of painting icons and frescos in pre-Renaissance Italy by introducing more naturalistic, true-to-life proportions of figures and shading. And I like to think that the name of this fragrance was deliberate. Because Cimabue takes the basic model of Safran Troublant, animates it subtly with shadows and highlights, and renders it in living, breathing, 3-dimensional form. It doesn't make me love Safran Troublant any less, but it is only when I wear its more evolved descendant that I become aware of the progenitor's serene flatness.
Cimabue is no simple gourmand, though. It's a fully-fledged oriental. It's as if the simple, gourmandy custard of Safran Troublant got dipped into the clove-studded orange and booze of Chanel's Coco, rubbed in the spicy velvet of Opium, and rolled around in the ambery dust of Fendi's Theorema, and emerged twelve hours later all the better and wiser for it. It's the pomander-cross-spice gourmand I had hoped Noir Epices by Frederic Malle would be (but wasn't).
I own two bottles of Safran Troublant, because I love it mindlessly and wear it as a simple comfort scent. But Cimabue is a step forward in the perfume evolutionary chain, and as a piece of art, I prefer it. However, since the age of customs and tariffs, I can no longer buy my annual travel sized bottle of Cimabue directly from Dawn, so Safran Troublant will have to do for now.
Cimabue, by the way, was the Italian artist famous for breaking with the flat Italo-Byzantine style of painting icons and frescos in pre-Renaissance Italy by introducing more naturalistic, true-to-life proportions of figures and shading. And I like to think that the name of this fragrance was deliberate. Because Cimabue takes the basic model of Safran Troublant, animates it subtly with shadows and highlights, and renders it in living, breathing, 3-dimensional form. It doesn't make me love Safran Troublant any less, but it is only when I wear its more evolved descendant that I become aware of the progenitor's serene flatness.
