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Cilice Eau de Parfum

7.8 / 10 83 Ratings
A popular perfume by Euphorium Brooklyn for women and men. The release year is unknown. The scent is resinous-woody. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Resinous
Woody
Spicy
Smoky
Earthy

Fragrance Notes

Elemi resinElemi resin FrankincenseFrankincense LabdanumLabdanum CistusCistus Monastry brewed liqueur AmbergrisAmbergris AngelicaAngelica BenzoinBenzoin CastoreumCastoreum CedarCedar CloveClove HoneyHoney OudOud BeeswaxBeeswax Birch tarBirch tar CoumarinCoumarin LeatherLeather PapyrusPapyrus

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Variant of the fragrance concentration
This is a variant of the perfume Cilice (Perfume Oil) by Euphorium Brooklyn, which differs in concentration.

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Lioncourt

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Lioncourt
Lioncourt
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Winter is coming
It is a type of incense smell, like many that exist in the niche perfume market. Nothing very different or special.
I can't smell anything that reminds me of castoreum, oud, or honey.
Tarry incense and resins with laudanum, is what I mostly perceive.
The silage seems extremely weak for a scent like this, I would say the weakest in that sense of those I know.
A rather scarce standard lasting, and only flush with the skin.
It is the scent of a gloomy, dark winter that evokes me, so I can't imagine it in the morning in the daylight in summer.
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Dellamorte

203 Reviews
Dellamorte
Dellamorte
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Meh...
I'm starting to believe I'm not made for this brand. It isn't bad as others I've tried from them, but doesn't give me a strong impression. I always get the smoky+ambergris duo that really doesn't work on me. I'm sad. The liqueur makes it a little better than Suédois but I find them to be a little too similar.
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Floyd

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Floyd
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The Penitent Shirt from Brooklyn
Perhaps my minimum quota of evil images in the collection of strange sins had been reached, and so I found myself wandering along the long road to Euphorium, a small monastery in the distant rocky gray mountains of Brooklyn.
In a stoic stone cell, a small chalice was lit, warm incense swirled around my sleepy head, monastery liqueur was served to me for catharsis through dark herbs, and a cilice was handed to me. I was to do penance. They wrapped me in a shirt made of cloves, to cover up such beaver musk thoughts, the monks said, but they only mixed it. Then something about bitter honey was murmured, as the monastery liqueur took effect, medically glued to benzoin resin, softly glowing already with absolution.
And while in the penitent shirt birches tarred me, the tree saps became sweeter and darker, the images began to shimmer with an amber filter of resinous woods, of ethereal traces in warm forests.
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With "Cilice," Stephen Dirkes has created a world of images that seems to be constantly in motion, especially at the beginning, but then divides for me into three parallel storylines. There is the herbal liqueur, possibly in personal union with woody elemi, which transitions in the heart to benzoin and later to bitter-sweet amber. The second strand begins in the head with cloves, which develop with silvery streaks of beaver musk into ethereal black birch tar, while in the third strand, balsamic incense slowly transitions into dark woods and earthy nuances. This complements itself at all times, both exciting and very harmonious, bitter-spicy, medicinal to dark-resinous and black ethereally smoky. The penitent shirt lasts a good seven to eight hours, first arm's length, later skin-close on the body of the sinner.

(With thanks to PallasCC)
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Delightful

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Delightful
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In Cily's Garden...
Cily was a quirky old chap,
205 years old he already was,
but he was by no means rusty.
He had a long white beard that he had to wrap around his neck twice to avoid stepping on it, and an old straw hat adorned his wild, gray hair.
This straw hat was practically fused with Cily's wild hair, even various birds occasionally used it for nesting.

Today was a beautiful day, Cily was in the garden, tending to his bees. He had lit a pipe for the occasion, from which wafted warm, benzoin smoke.
A special blend that sparkled with a resinous scent in the air and cast a
sticky shimmer over everything.
This balsamic fragrance calmed his bees as they flew over the wild flowers while Cily busied himself with the beehive.
He squeezed the honey from the waxy combs, rubbed the wax between his gnarled fingers, and enjoyed the wonderfully strong aroma that had formed around him.
The fine smoke from his pipe grew denser, now hovering like an ethereal cloud over Cily.

Cily put on an old, worn leather glove and reached for the queen bee. She immediately settled on his hand, calmed by the creaky scent of the leather.
The incense-like aroma from his pipe, to which a clove note had meanwhile blended, also made the queen bee feel at ease.
Cily noticed something suspicious at the beehive.
He took the pipe from his mouth and sniffed at the worn spot.
Indeed, those little rascally beavers were using his beehive to mark their territory. Just wait until he got those rascals in his gnarled fingers.
He set the queen bee back and tidied up the beehive properly.
Then he walked back through the wildflower garden towards the hut, honey in jar, puffing on his pipe and exuding a resinous-balsamic smoke.
All the flowers began to turn towards him and blew elemibalsamic pollen in Cily's direction.

Upon arriving on the porch, Cily took a big sip of homemade monastery liqueur.
Delicious stuff, he noted.
Then he took the pipe from his mouth and noticed that the herbal mixture inside had turned into birch tar.
This was now dripping out of the pipe with a spicy bubbling sound, and a few drops even hung in Cily's beard.
They glistened in a beautiful, balsamic cedar green.
He would have to wash it, but not today, he decided!
For the scent that clung to Cily's beard and his clothes was excellent, smoky-spicy mild and herb-balsamic.

With this scent, he would sleep like a root gnome, he thought contentedly.
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Cilice by Euphorium Brooklyn is truly a cozy resin-spicy and sweetly herbal fragrance.
With a fine, light smoky note.

A big thank you to Gschpusi and Schalkerin for the testing opportunity :)
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Shaking

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Shaking
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Journey to the End of the Night
Lonely and forgotten by time, as if the earth had opened up and swallowed the small monastery for centuries, it lay there, its silhouette timidly rising from the fog..

Schönthal... in crooked and smudged letters, so it was written on the letter, the date
April 2, 1525.

Dear Albrik,

with dismay I have heard your bitter complaint about the death of our beloved parents.
How cruel the authorities can be, just to satisfy their claims to power and greed.
What is left for our parents and you?
To lead a lesser life than a common rat?
To toil to death, without hope for a better life?
How well I can understand our parents when the news came from Württemberg to join the uprisings.
Who could have guessed that from a spark, a firestorm would break over us..
I hope the letter reaches you before your escape...please come to me, beloved brother...
Everything else then.
Benjas
Albrik, at the end of his strength, was glad...
Glad to forget the past and the painful memories of those he had to leave behind, if only for a moment...
Glad to be able to place his own life in God's hands, diverting the fatefulness and knowing that from now on he would lead a virtuous life, in harmony with himself.
Yet he was aware that the penance he would have to do could hardly be compensated for in one lifetime...

With his last strength and in the protective fog, he reached the monastery wall; slowly feeling his way, until a small side door caught his attention.
The three short knocks on the wooden gate echoed in the fog gray..

Suddenly something stirred behind the door... footsteps could be heard, frantic activity.
All at once the door fell open and Albrik stumbled inside.

Immediately a dense, warm smoke met him... a smoke he still remembered from his uncle.
He was a cooper by trade and had loved watching his uncle burn the barrels since childhood.
Childhood... that term he had long forgotten..

His eyes watered, but through his tired pupils he could make out a shadow that, becoming clearer, approached him.

"My dear brother, you made it"
Benjas, completely wrapped in animal skin and leather, stood before him...
His brother had become smaller and thinner, where once a monastic robe had concealed his belly, only a penitent shirt now peeked out, fluttering loosely beneath the leather garment.

"Let me see you, brother"
..Albrik had also changed, his cheerful and benevolent eyes had almost entirely sunk into his skull, the wrinkles on his forehead deep, hair only present in a few places.
Benjas was startled:

"Come, brother, sit down, you must be thirsty, drink"
Benjas handed him a bottle with a thick substance..
"This will give you new strength, our monastery's own liqueur mixed with a bit of honey and various spices, that awakens the spirits of life"

Taking a large sip, Albrik immediately felt a pleasant warmth rising within him.
How long had it been since he had slept, let alone drunk or eaten anything...
All tension left his face.... there he was again, his brother, for a brief moment just as he remembered him, before Benjas had moved into the monastery, only for, as the bottle had not yet fully touched the table, his face to once again be thrown into deep wrinkles.

"You must be tired and exhausted, here you are safe....come, I will show you your room, there you can rest, we will talk tomorrow"

Benjas led his brother through a narrow corridor into a small room, sparsely furnished with a table, a chair, and a bed.
The air in the room was somewhat stale and smoky, but that didn't bother Albrik much; he simply enjoyed the pleasant warmth, probably also because he hadn't felt it for a long time.

"I'll let you rest a bit, if anything happens, my room is directly opposite"
"Thank you, Benjas" ... these were the first two words Albrik had spoken since his arrival...
"You don't have to thank me, you are my brother...never forget that"

Due to the liqueur and the weeks of deprivation, Albrik fell into a deep sleep...
Nightmares gnawed at his soul like threatening shadows....
There he stood at night, his spirit detached from his body, alone in the middle of the village square...
the houses around him burned, unable to do anything, he looked down at himself...
warm resin flowed around his feet, from afar the voices of the damned...
growing ever shriller, two dark figures approached him, arm in arm...
emerging from the smoke, they were now clearly recognizable...
it was father and mother....
but where once their faces had been, pig heads adorned their visages..
a black, hot mass spewed forth from their mouths...

"Father, Mother....forgive me..... I could not save you"...

falling to his knees, more and more of the black liquid poured over him, until only his head protruded...
everything had become silent, almost peaceful...
only a black sea...

"I just have to submerge and let go"
he sank completely into the darkness and...

awoke!

Drenched in sweat and gasping for air, he awoke...
It was dawning on the horizon...
Sleepy and still feeling the night in his limbs, he stumbled through the corridor..
Where were the other monastery brothers..?
He knocked on his brother's door, no one opened..
Cautiously, he crept further down the long narrow corridor, suddenly coming upon a large, soot-covered door..
He slowly felt for a round doorknob and pulled on it boldly..
With a loud creak, the door flew open..

Albrik, somewhat surprised by his own strength, was immediately blinded by the rising sun!
As his eyes adjusted to the light conditions, he found himself in the monastery courtyard,
many of the monastery brothers were in the monastery garden tending to the vegetables and the shrubs growing there.
The sun's rays warmed his face and from the reflection of the stones shining in the sun, his brother stepped forward.

He put his arm around his shoulder
"I may not be able to take away your pain, but together it is possible for us to find a new home here"

Tears filled Albrik's eyes...
He knew it would be a long road for him....
but now....
now he could let go....
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3 years ago
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The perfume reminds me of a cathedral, old church pews, incense, scented essences. The perfume does not go into space ... ⬇️
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2 years ago
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Unfortunately rubbery, both opening and drydown.
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on dirty earthly ground
beavers strut in amber monastery robes
through clouds of incense towards the
resin-smoke heaven's gate
benzoin warms/cuddles
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In the black rust fog
Cistus is recognized
Gloomy alleys
With sweet honey light flicker
Where thick smoked hams
Are seasoned with incense
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A wonderful monastery garden. I see many herbs, lots of resins, cloves, honey, and beautiful woods. All wrapped in dense incense.
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Smoke of autumn fires
spicy and sharp
a beaver trudges through thick tar
resins drip like honey from the tree
everything green already wilted
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A refuge on a cold winter night. Resins and honey are warmed, flowing golden into the cup. Frankincense awakens the senses. Quiet, healing.
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Cold smoke
Sprung from birch tar
Wrapped in beeswax
Welcomed by warm light
Resin drips from the monastery candle
It burns slowly
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Neither heaven
nor hell
Healing hands
blow
over life's wounds
wrestle
with dark hours
golden twilight
shines in Summerland
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4 years ago
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Small lights of
spice, wax & honey
illuminate the darkest of all scent tones
into a deep harmony.
Wonderful & warming.
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