The opening of Isvaraya smells strongly of blueberries and plums to my nose, almost like a warm syrupy compote made of the two fruits. As it settles a literal smoke note emerges along with a woody patchouli and a voluptuous but restrained jasmine note. On dry down, I'm left with an almost narcotic-heady bouquet of beautiful plum soaked jasmine and woody-waxy patchouli buttressed by thin wisps of smoke and musk. There's a slight undercurrent of salt in the base and unlabeled note that makes it slightly savory (kind of like thyme) which pulls this back from being too sweet.
Isvaraya is a fruitchouli, but in my mind it might be the stripped down and streamlined pinnacle of its genre.
Hands down the most 'noir' fragrance I have ever smelled. It calls to mind a film noir femme fatales who are always impeccably dressed and who are never without sharp lipstick and cigarette.
