Vers la Voute Etoilée DSH Perfumes 2019

To my nose, it immediately transports me into a Florist shop, the smell of verdant stems and leaves, lilies in full bloom, the mosses and soil used in the dish gardens, the carnations all standing at attention. There's also heady, indolic Jasmine, fresh beeswax, hints of cinnamon and clove, and beautiful myrrh. Notes of civet and musk lurk in the background adding a tiny bit of animalic love.

When the Perseids arrive, always in August, the night sky drips golden tears, soft as beeswax, onto the earth. I lie on my back in the lush green
summer night flower dream and gaze up at the starry vault. With me, all the night bloomers turn their floral faces towards the stars. The night stocks, so cinnamon-powder spicy, the petunias as dark as the background of the night sky, the Stargazer lilies with their pink-white speckles, the star jasmine. Civet daffodils solemnly release their scent into the earthly-heavenly assembly. The scent stars down here sparkle lily-colored upwards, and the stars in the celestial dome turn towards them until they meet in tender constellations. In awe, Ylang and Jasmine finally fall silent, until more and more shooting stars rain down in musky-soft glowing trails, down to the resinous mosses.
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A beautiful night flower scent, which some describe as Chypre, only partially captures it, as it consists of a floral-amber spectacle. First absolutely enchanting in combination with juicy green and beeswax-like drops, later floral-powdery-leathery-animalic. Throughout, it is as soft as the most beautiful vintage scents. A hint of immortelle resonates for me in the spiciness, but it could also be the night stocks accord, which is strong and wonderfully captured here. The spiciness definitely stops short of Maggi and adds more depth. Along with vintage animalics, consisting of civet and fine dirty musk.
Dawn Spencer-Hurwitz names as an impression for her fragrance composition the
1933 orchestral nocturne "Vers la voûte étoilée" (To the Starry Vault) by Charles Koechlin, which spreads a neo-impressionistic sound carpet. Koechlin was always interested in astronomy and originally wanted to become an astronomer.
A scent in whose sound I can lose myself like in the sight of the starry vault while gazing at the night sky.
My biological sons were both born during the peak of the Perseids in August, and whenever I think of the night sky, composition, and this scent, I am reminded of the fragility of life and the wonders of the cosmos.

Charles Koechlin: Orchestral Nocturne "Vers la voûte étoilée" (1933):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FL14P35y8gk

Phenomenal flowers
in dreamily beautiful green
Beeswax drops
Civet weeps Ylang tears
Her golden velvet fur rises and falls in the Chypre beat

Civet weeps because this enchantingly beautiful opening fades so quickly.
The persistent base is Ylang/Civet-focused,
with only a hint of animalic notes, yet of such incredible softness, reminiscent of ancient vintage fragrances.
Based on a wonderful Chypre framework, underlaid with golden amber.

A scent between addiction and tears.

The 9 because I am upset that this incredible opening does not last longer on my skin, although I also really like the base.
The point deduction is also because the dosage is a balancing act.
A little too much and these wonderful flowers become briefly (maybe 5 minutes) almost musty,
and this extremely attractive animalic note becomes coarse for a few minutes.
For me, a scent like in the past to dab on pulse points, and so fascinating that I tend towards a 10.
Further tests are urgently needed.

Addendum... When the scent is almost gone, a leathery undertone remains.
I’ve been pondering for quite a while what makes it so attractive.
Such a skin-leather feel, like moss that is there, but also not there.
Now I’ll lean way out of the window and claim...
It smells as if a Mousse de Saxe accord has been used, or at least something created that comes very close to it. Simply incredible.