Top Notes 
Lemon
Orange
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Frankincense
Ceylonese cinnamon
Lemon petitgrain
Patchouli
Rose
Base Notes 
Myrrh
Labdanum
Musk
03/29/2014
Insense
25 Reviews
Insense
Very helpful Review
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Incensed Memories
Is there a path to one’s holy grail in perfumery? And why did I feel incense notes would drive me closer?
Perfumes with that incense related notes have awaken inside me lost memories: with Comme Des Garçons’s Kyoto I revisited images of playing when a kid alone in the company of cypresses, some smoke being felt in the distance coming from my family home, in an ending winter wet sunday. Or got me to an altered state of mind: L’Artisan’s Timbuktu transported me to the future - my place of desire, the mythic Timbuktu, where I want to be one day. So, past and future can appear in my present just by picking my scent of the day.
But, the ultimate incensed experience came with Etro’s Messe de Minuit. The name "Messe de Minuit" had all to be a devastating crush in the longing and missing memories of my childhood: family in christmas excursion to church at midnight. Our church always was presenting that time the sculpted Machado de Castro*’s Nativity Scene…And when I sprayed the first drops on my neck and wrists, I was not prepared to the overwhelm I fell afterwards. It was the first time I felt closer to perfection in perfumery, this meaning in a rush being in the past, meditation break, traveling to a place of interior regrets, and nostalgia of the forever lost innocence.
Just perfumes, but not only perfumes. Memories that we carry with us, most of the time sleeping inside our sub-conscient, should be awakened or should be left in quiet peace and forgotten?
Patchouli perfection. Nothing more to say now.
*Machado de castro was a portuguese sculptor in the 18th century.
Perfumes with that incense related notes have awaken inside me lost memories: with Comme Des Garçons’s Kyoto I revisited images of playing when a kid alone in the company of cypresses, some smoke being felt in the distance coming from my family home, in an ending winter wet sunday. Or got me to an altered state of mind: L’Artisan’s Timbuktu transported me to the future - my place of desire, the mythic Timbuktu, where I want to be one day. So, past and future can appear in my present just by picking my scent of the day.
But, the ultimate incensed experience came with Etro’s Messe de Minuit. The name "Messe de Minuit" had all to be a devastating crush in the longing and missing memories of my childhood: family in christmas excursion to church at midnight. Our church always was presenting that time the sculpted Machado de Castro*’s Nativity Scene…And when I sprayed the first drops on my neck and wrists, I was not prepared to the overwhelm I fell afterwards. It was the first time I felt closer to perfection in perfumery, this meaning in a rush being in the past, meditation break, traveling to a place of interior regrets, and nostalgia of the forever lost innocence.
Just perfumes, but not only perfumes. Memories that we carry with us, most of the time sleeping inside our sub-conscient, should be awakened or should be left in quiet peace and forgotten?
Patchouli perfection. Nothing more to say now.
*Machado de castro was a portuguese sculptor in the 18th century.
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