Top Notes 
Blood orange
Tunisian neroli
Camphor wood
Heart Notes 
Carnation absolute
Clary sage
Lavender absolute
Base Notes 
Oakmoss
Sweet clover
Tobacco
Tonka bean
Vanilla CO2
Fossilised amber
Meggi
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"My gentlemen, a bit of profundity please!"
The term "Sol" (ground) is probably related to the German word "Scholle" - and just like that… well… earthy-grounded, yes profound behaves the scent. It still smelled of smoked ham and Vegemite from the tester, but on the skin, it immediately grumbles medicinally, like a balm.
Clove and lavender are having a deep singing competition. This can come off as unintentionally funny; to explain, I need to elaborate a bit: A deep bass is a rarely heard affair in a youth choir. However, in various pieces, a bass II is provided, which simply has to be filled somehow. Volunteers step forward! So I have (visually, by the way, the exact opposite of the corresponding stereotype and actually more of a baritone) sung bass II for years. Bravely, we valiant wannabe-throaters struggled with the deep E or F, which once prompted our choir director (who, of course, was well aware of the vocal struggles of seven-eighths grown male voices) to exclaim with malicious amusement, "My gentlemen(!), a bit of profundity please!"
There were only occasional exceptions after nights of revelry, such as during choir weekends. I also vividly remember the "H-Day" (of course pitchfork-checked!), which followed a metaxa-intensive evening on the school year trip to Greece. Unfortunately, the booming ability never lasted long, barely surviving the warm-up.
Back to the scent. The two mentioned floral Don Cossacks do better than we did back then. Moreover, they quickly gain profundity reinforcement: The mix of neroli/orange is more reminiscent of the aged dietary supplement "Biomalz" than anything fruity. And the lavender is so thickened-oily-spicy-dark that I initially struggle to recognize it.
It doesn't get significantly brighter as time goes on. After a few minutes, I diagnose a caramel-honey warmth that, after about an hour, comes across as sensationally smoky, warm and mild - and yet spicy. A noticeable wax note seems typical of natural scents in such an environment; today, it pleasingly resembles candied bitter orange.
Sweetly-massive, the scent swells into the afternoon. A hint of stone has replaced the previous smoky thought. As a temporary digestif, a liqueur is served. And the lavender always hovers around, persistently obstinate. When the contribution of vanilla finally becomes clearer, the penny drops: The scent reminds me of Caron's 'Pour un homme.' Of course, not in the sense of a twin; perhaps 'Sol de la Foret' is the rustic second cousin who enjoys a bowl of dried fruit and malt caramels in the evening.
I can well imagine that Ms. Zaleta Daltroff had at least this classic in mind. Not the worst reference.
I thank Naimie54 for the sample.
Clove and lavender are having a deep singing competition. This can come off as unintentionally funny; to explain, I need to elaborate a bit: A deep bass is a rarely heard affair in a youth choir. However, in various pieces, a bass II is provided, which simply has to be filled somehow. Volunteers step forward! So I have (visually, by the way, the exact opposite of the corresponding stereotype and actually more of a baritone) sung bass II for years. Bravely, we valiant wannabe-throaters struggled with the deep E or F, which once prompted our choir director (who, of course, was well aware of the vocal struggles of seven-eighths grown male voices) to exclaim with malicious amusement, "My gentlemen(!), a bit of profundity please!"
There were only occasional exceptions after nights of revelry, such as during choir weekends. I also vividly remember the "H-Day" (of course pitchfork-checked!), which followed a metaxa-intensive evening on the school year trip to Greece. Unfortunately, the booming ability never lasted long, barely surviving the warm-up.
Back to the scent. The two mentioned floral Don Cossacks do better than we did back then. Moreover, they quickly gain profundity reinforcement: The mix of neroli/orange is more reminiscent of the aged dietary supplement "Biomalz" than anything fruity. And the lavender is so thickened-oily-spicy-dark that I initially struggle to recognize it.
It doesn't get significantly brighter as time goes on. After a few minutes, I diagnose a caramel-honey warmth that, after about an hour, comes across as sensationally smoky, warm and mild - and yet spicy. A noticeable wax note seems typical of natural scents in such an environment; today, it pleasingly resembles candied bitter orange.
Sweetly-massive, the scent swells into the afternoon. A hint of stone has replaced the previous smoky thought. As a temporary digestif, a liqueur is served. And the lavender always hovers around, persistently obstinate. When the contribution of vanilla finally becomes clearer, the penny drops: The scent reminds me of Caron's 'Pour un homme.' Of course, not in the sense of a twin; perhaps 'Sol de la Foret' is the rustic second cousin who enjoys a bowl of dried fruit and malt caramels in the evening.
I can well imagine that Ms. Zaleta Daltroff had at least this classic in mind. Not the worst reference.
I thank Naimie54 for the sample.
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