Top Notes 
Freesia
Rose
Lemon
Heart Notes 
Ginger
Madagascan clove
Ceylonese cinnamon
Base Notes 
Patchouli
Sandalwood
Tobacco absolute
Tonka bean06/13/2025
Estraven
6 Reviews
Estraven
1
A Penchant for The Summer Haze
Fruits, spices and flowers smoked over coal embers.
The somewhat heavy, pleasantly, pleasingly hot, comfortably humid dusk weather somewhere along the eastern end of the Mediterranean. Lazy leisure in a crowd of lively fuss. Regardless of the language they speak-familiar, animated people, the unspoken culture of loud but undisturbing chatter, everyone fooling around in their own bubble, while being aware of the racket surrounding them... The smell of the summer flowers in the air, whiffs of sea breeze, a market full of fish and spices somewhere not far, the flavours of booze and food being served...
The air heavy with aromas, heady and delightful. The music changes every few steps, depending on the scene. You find your own rhythm as you walk. The flustered evening chirrup of birds on trees lead the way to stray kittens playing under foot, not afraid of anything. You think "Peur de rien! Advance, little ones!" The loveliest of reasons around to put a smile on your face. The
Southwestern punches the smells on your side as you move. The air is intoxicating as you breathe it in. It gets exciting for no apparent reason with every step, the silk scarf around your neck becomes too much, you feel the sweat breaking through your skin. You take it off with one fell swoop, loop it around your hand, let it fly behind you, like the flag of your own fallen empire. The thought puts another smile on, impish this time. The murmur of the flock you're about to become one of accompanies you as you march on.
It's one of those moments when you feel like it's all a dream, but very much real and alive at the same time. One of the most blissful gifts of life. A very mundane, fleeting feeling of mere seconds, minutes if you're lucky, abstract and subject to a specific set of conditions in the space-time continuum.
This perfume smells like a single glimpse in that scenario. The kind of which you can perceive with all your senses. Like a rushed step passing by the scene I've just ineffectually tried to describe. One needs to breathe just in the right moment, have a bare face, her hair down, her eyes open, mind clear and her heart candid. That is the glift it sucks you into. Oliveira captured the perfect nargile scent, and made it into the most beautiful hidden gem of its own kind.
I am glad beyond words they brought it back.
The somewhat heavy, pleasantly, pleasingly hot, comfortably humid dusk weather somewhere along the eastern end of the Mediterranean. Lazy leisure in a crowd of lively fuss. Regardless of the language they speak-familiar, animated people, the unspoken culture of loud but undisturbing chatter, everyone fooling around in their own bubble, while being aware of the racket surrounding them... The smell of the summer flowers in the air, whiffs of sea breeze, a market full of fish and spices somewhere not far, the flavours of booze and food being served...
The air heavy with aromas, heady and delightful. The music changes every few steps, depending on the scene. You find your own rhythm as you walk. The flustered evening chirrup of birds on trees lead the way to stray kittens playing under foot, not afraid of anything. You think "Peur de rien! Advance, little ones!" The loveliest of reasons around to put a smile on your face. The
Southwestern punches the smells on your side as you move. The air is intoxicating as you breathe it in. It gets exciting for no apparent reason with every step, the silk scarf around your neck becomes too much, you feel the sweat breaking through your skin. You take it off with one fell swoop, loop it around your hand, let it fly behind you, like the flag of your own fallen empire. The thought puts another smile on, impish this time. The murmur of the flock you're about to become one of accompanies you as you march on.
It's one of those moments when you feel like it's all a dream, but very much real and alive at the same time. One of the most blissful gifts of life. A very mundane, fleeting feeling of mere seconds, minutes if you're lucky, abstract and subject to a specific set of conditions in the space-time continuum.
This perfume smells like a single glimpse in that scenario. The kind of which you can perceive with all your senses. Like a rushed step passing by the scene I've just ineffectually tried to describe. One needs to breathe just in the right moment, have a bare face, her hair down, her eyes open, mind clear and her heart candid. That is the glift it sucks you into. Oliveira captured the perfect nargile scent, and made it into the most beautiful hidden gem of its own kind.
I am glad beyond words they brought it back.
