If someone were to ask me how
Noir Encens feels, I would immediately say that it is cold. Very cold. So cold that it makes me shiver just thinking about it, and the touch of the fragrance against the skin evokes metallic sounds in my ears. Or maybe I am just too soft, dulled by all the warm and sweet scents that have been surrounding us for some time? The fruitier, the denser, the better. That’s how one thinks, especially when discussing the newcomers. But does it always have to be heavy and sweet, with a killer sillage? Not at all. The fragrance and the emotion make the difference. The mental game is even more significant.
This scent triggers a wave of rough feelings in me. Because it is very cold. Cold and damp, almost musty, accompanied from the very beginning by a rich note of incense. It not only raises the hair on my arms but also makes the hamster in my head move faster, as if it were running away from something. But it is hopeless. The fragrance has something attractive about it, something intangible. It’s like reaching for something through dense fog, but never being able to hold it in your hands. A beautiful rich note of pepper lingers, blinking in the background. Flakes fall, like in slow motion from the sky, penetrating the damp earth. One breathes in the first, fresh, stinging air deeply. I think I can perceive camphor, along with a faint tone of something creamy. On the skin, something wants to push to the surface, but the incense pushes it back into the pores. The head is warmed, almost exuding liquid. It steams. Really dense and uncontrolled. And then comes this infinitely deep note of incense, which seems to dissolve into tar. A shimmering inferno of darkness. One might think it is the mist of evil.
Towards the heart, I mentally plunged into the black liquid. Candles burn brightly around the tub, and the incense has penetrated every pore of the body. And then again those metallic sounds that accompany the fragrance. It only breathes shallowly now. It growls slightly. Incense then rains down like tar on the body, crumbling into several components. The fog remains dense. There is nothing to grasp.
Sometimes you need such fragrances again. Sometimes you don’t just need warmth and love. It can get a bit harder and colder. With this scent here, you have some quiet moments for yourself when you indulge in the mist of evil.
It truly creates a mysterious ambiance. Actually, the fragrance would have suited midnight better, but it let me sleep. The dreams were all the more chaotic. I thought I was in a dark sea of incense clouds, amidst the endless flow.
Sillage and longevity for such a cool thing are quite remarkable. It’s a shame that such fragrances disappear and that I only have a hint left in my sample.
CharlAmbre
Rosie88
