Mimosa
Spanish cistus
Pear
Violet
Oud
Truffle04/06/2025
Ursaw
128 Reviews
Ursaw
1
A field of violets by the river's edge
A sweet powdery cloud of pear and violets tends to settle into either one or the other. On my partner's skin pear took centerstage. I, unfortunately, got the violets. I think my body just doesn't run hot enough to bring out the sweeter flavors properly.
Once the flowers mellowed out a little, a beautiful earthy woodiness started peeking through. Sleek, damp and absolutely gorgeous. I wish there was more of it. There wasn't. Or, rather, it felt like I just couldn't get close enough to it. Like standing on wet slippery rocks near a waterfall on the river. The forest is on the other side of the stream, just outside my grasp, with its beautiful wet soil, lush with decaying leaves and growing mycelium... and no way to get there safely :(
It disappeared almost entirely from my partner's skin in under two hours. On me at that point it just started getting softer and sweeter. The aggressive floral cloud subsided and I could finally sniff it up close and personal! Unfortunately, the earthiness I longed for had already disappeared by then. I could feel the sweet pear again, I could differentiate the flowers, but the magic was gone.
The gentle flowery scent was objectively pleasant as it slowly evaporated from my skin in the next ~3 hours, and I felt almost sorry that I didn't enjoy it. It was right there with me and it was adorable, and yet I couldn't help but long for that beautiful forest floor...
Interesting, albeit melancholic experience. I might wear it again sometime once I forget the details, but a full sized bottle will likely outlive me.
Once the flowers mellowed out a little, a beautiful earthy woodiness started peeking through. Sleek, damp and absolutely gorgeous. I wish there was more of it. There wasn't. Or, rather, it felt like I just couldn't get close enough to it. Like standing on wet slippery rocks near a waterfall on the river. The forest is on the other side of the stream, just outside my grasp, with its beautiful wet soil, lush with decaying leaves and growing mycelium... and no way to get there safely :(
It disappeared almost entirely from my partner's skin in under two hours. On me at that point it just started getting softer and sweeter. The aggressive floral cloud subsided and I could finally sniff it up close and personal! Unfortunately, the earthiness I longed for had already disappeared by then. I could feel the sweet pear again, I could differentiate the flowers, but the magic was gone.
The gentle flowery scent was objectively pleasant as it slowly evaporated from my skin in the next ~3 hours, and I felt almost sorry that I didn't enjoy it. It was right there with me and it was adorable, and yet I couldn't help but long for that beautiful forest floor...
Interesting, albeit melancholic experience. I might wear it again sometime once I forget the details, but a full sized bottle will likely outlive me.
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