Top Notes 
Neroli
Bergamot
Galbanum
Mandarin orange
Heart Notes 
Iris
Rose
Jasmine
Osmanthus
Base Notes 
Oakmoss
Patchouli
Amber
Musk
Ridicule
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Where have all the Chyprians gone?
Once upon a time, there was a spicy scent that served as a totem fragrance for the tribe of Chyprians. Even if their opponents wore the same clothing, they recognized each other by scent alone, whether he was truly one of theirs (not the Irish)....
So, where have they gone?
I think I know where they are.
They have succumbed to the perfumed alcohol from the house of Guerlain and are living their existence in a reservation called Mitsouko. There, they worship a god whom they believe is the only one who reveals to them the spirit of Chypre.
Okay, let's leave that aside.
But my astonishment that hardly anyone here owns this Chypre, let alone has ever reviewed it, knows no bounds.
This is a Chypre as Chypre can be.
It starts off slightly citrusy, quickly transitions into a velvety dark peach, which is soon tightly embraced by patchouli and amber.
The iris adds a powdery dryness and spiciness to the whole.
I don't necessarily perceive the rose as a fragrance note here, but rather as a dimension that gives the patchouli and iris a velvety depth and a slight lipstick note.
It primarily exhales iris and oakmoss, at least on my skin. Green, slightly herbaceous, and powdery.
There is almost no sweetness present, but volume and such a radical (in the sense of radix = the root) power that always leaves me speechless when I apply it.
Seriousness, earthy depth, and something mysteriously swirling come to mind, like dark green, shimmering panne velvet or the color and consistency of a slowly swirled single malt.
It is quite similar to Mitsouko. I just find this one more accessible and accommodating.
So, where have they gone?
I think I know where they are.
They have succumbed to the perfumed alcohol from the house of Guerlain and are living their existence in a reservation called Mitsouko. There, they worship a god whom they believe is the only one who reveals to them the spirit of Chypre.
Okay, let's leave that aside.
But my astonishment that hardly anyone here owns this Chypre, let alone has ever reviewed it, knows no bounds.
This is a Chypre as Chypre can be.
It starts off slightly citrusy, quickly transitions into a velvety dark peach, which is soon tightly embraced by patchouli and amber.
The iris adds a powdery dryness and spiciness to the whole.
I don't necessarily perceive the rose as a fragrance note here, but rather as a dimension that gives the patchouli and iris a velvety depth and a slight lipstick note.
It primarily exhales iris and oakmoss, at least on my skin. Green, slightly herbaceous, and powdery.
There is almost no sweetness present, but volume and such a radical (in the sense of radix = the root) power that always leaves me speechless when I apply it.
Seriousness, earthy depth, and something mysteriously swirling come to mind, like dark green, shimmering panne velvet or the color and consistency of a slowly swirled single malt.
It is quite similar to Mitsouko. I just find this one more accessible and accommodating.
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