Frankincense
Oud
Birch wood
Date
Java vetiver
Labdanum
Raisin
Sandalwood
07/31/2025
ClaireV
958 Reviews
ClaireV
Helpful Review
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Pared back, smoky oud rendered with that Heeley subtlety
This is a very subtle, dark, and masculine take on the oud theme that chooses to make the oud note part of the general bone structure of the fragrance rather than the star. Despite the dried fruit, oud, and incense notes, this is more a dry, smoky woods fragrance than an imaginary trip down the Levantine coast - more Timbuktu than Jubilation XXV or Al Oudh, say.
The Heeley signature of refinement and grace is evident here. This will greatly appeal to anyone who prefers the delicacy of small, well-made objects to blingy costume jewelry. It's not a statement oud - it is a private pleasure to be absorbed and enjoyed in the small space between your breastbone and your shirt. From the dark, feline oud oil note at the start to the polished woods, leather, and crisp smoke background, nothing about Phoenicia is gaudy or loud.
Phoenicia reminds me of an old wooden casket that once held dried fruit and bunches of vetiver root wrapped up in paper, the aged smell of which has infiltrated the brown patina on the casket and exists more as a memory of scent in the grain of the wood than a direct note. A work of incredible subtlety, I would wear this everywhere without having to think twice about whether it's appropriate or not. This kind of thing will always be right, like Cary Grant.
The Heeley signature of refinement and grace is evident here. This will greatly appeal to anyone who prefers the delicacy of small, well-made objects to blingy costume jewelry. It's not a statement oud - it is a private pleasure to be absorbed and enjoyed in the small space between your breastbone and your shirt. From the dark, feline oud oil note at the start to the polished woods, leather, and crisp smoke background, nothing about Phoenicia is gaudy or loud.
Phoenicia reminds me of an old wooden casket that once held dried fruit and bunches of vetiver root wrapped up in paper, the aged smell of which has infiltrated the brown patina on the casket and exists more as a memory of scent in the grain of the wood than a direct note. A work of incredible subtlety, I would wear this everywhere without having to think twice about whether it's appropriate or not. This kind of thing will always be right, like Cary Grant.
Hermesh
