Top Notes 
Lemon
Mandarin orange
Bergamot
Orange
Heart Notes 
Lilac
Peony
Black pepper
Freesia
Pink pepper
Rose
Saffron
Base Notes 
Suede
Blond woods
Patchouli
Frankincense
Glycyrrhiza glabra
Styrax
White musk
Chocolate
Vanilla07/31/2025
ClaireV
833 Reviews
ClaireV
1
Odd floral-soapy-spicy suede
This is such a weird little perfume. I don't hear much about it, so I'm guessing it's rather a round-peg-in-a-square-hole kind of fragrance for the line - too abstract to describe in three words or less to rushed customers, but not weird enough for perfumistas to latch onto and champion as an example of the fifth art, or whatever nth art perfumery is supposed to be.
This is ostensibly a suede perfume. I suppose if I were to try to define the difference between leather and suede, I'd say there are rubbed out lines to suede that aren't present in the tougher, clearer leather note. Olympia Music Hall takes the softness of suede and gives it the rubber backing of a suede carpet. That saffron-led rubber and suede accord forms the beating heart of the fragrance, but I've left out the sparkling citrus notes at the top and the weird mélange of soapy, almost twee florals (peony, freesia, and lilac) which manage to massage this thing into something both abstract and likeable. Kind of like the soapy, hand wash-like peony note in Dzghonka adds to its sense of mystery rather than making it seem schoolmarmish and old-fashioned.
And there's a hefty dose of something animalic here too - not just the skin-like suede notes, but a rather sweaty, carnal musk and a dank patchouli, all very suggestive and torrid. The base relies on an opulent frankincense that manages not to smell Church-y or smoky, but rather like the waxy, cold, and rather soapy smell of the unlit, raw resin. If smelling like rubber, suede, snuffed-out candles, cold wax, handsoap, unlit resins, and the posy of flowers held for too long in the sweaty hands of an Austrian milkmaid sounds good to you, then give the totally odd but not objectionably weird Olympia Music Hall a fighting chance.
This is ostensibly a suede perfume. I suppose if I were to try to define the difference between leather and suede, I'd say there are rubbed out lines to suede that aren't present in the tougher, clearer leather note. Olympia Music Hall takes the softness of suede and gives it the rubber backing of a suede carpet. That saffron-led rubber and suede accord forms the beating heart of the fragrance, but I've left out the sparkling citrus notes at the top and the weird mélange of soapy, almost twee florals (peony, freesia, and lilac) which manage to massage this thing into something both abstract and likeable. Kind of like the soapy, hand wash-like peony note in Dzghonka adds to its sense of mystery rather than making it seem schoolmarmish and old-fashioned.
And there's a hefty dose of something animalic here too - not just the skin-like suede notes, but a rather sweaty, carnal musk and a dank patchouli, all very suggestive and torrid. The base relies on an opulent frankincense that manages not to smell Church-y or smoky, but rather like the waxy, cold, and rather soapy smell of the unlit, raw resin. If smelling like rubber, suede, snuffed-out candles, cold wax, handsoap, unlit resins, and the posy of flowers held for too long in the sweaty hands of an Austrian milkmaid sounds good to you, then give the totally odd but not objectionably weird Olympia Music Hall a fighting chance.
