Oh, ooOoh ...oh (mist, wood, wind and guitar) Miller et Bertaux 2012

A herbal-dark citrus opening unfolds, behind which the sweet part of tarragon can already be sensed as a hint. However, the green direction is merely suggested, as soon a fresh orange note spreads, not loud but present, balanced between citrusy and fruity.

A soapy hint wafts through the scent - until after ten minutes a sugary-woody note now drives me out of the morning bathroom. The cleanliness aspect was itself only an illusion.

Gradually, a lifelike fir emerges, even the bitter-resinous smell of cut greenery has been hit in just the right dosage. And although it becomes sweeter and more sugary throughout the morning, there remains a bitter undertone that does the scent good. The smoky aspect plays a subordinate role in contrast.

Various opinions have pushed Oh-undsoweiter into the warmer season. I don't find that necessary; for me, the scent definitely fits just as well on a gloomy autumn day. It certainly does not develop the dotted-winter behavior of Goutal's Nuit Etoilée, but it can definitely be a bit autumnal-misty.

Although Oh-undsoweiter can primarily be considered a sugary fir-amber scent, the orange holds on for a long time. Even after a good three hours, it is still perceptible on the skin. The aforementioned bitter undertone now has me pondering its origin. Could it be cannabis? I’m not familiar with that; during choir retreats, we just drank, maybe occasionally smoked a standard cigarette. Nothing else.

As the morning progresses, I increasingly align myself with the already expressed vetiver hypothesis. Whether it is actually vetiver remains to be seen, but it certainly feels that way, and around noon, a distinctly noticeable fresh-green-woody note has become a significant player. An enjoyable interplay begins, as the fir-amber-sugary part retains its supporting role. Along with a creamy-white incense aura. Everything is more refined than wild and less natural than before. I think zero about a cowboy by the campfire. Perhaps it’s the polished, subtly East Coast-embellished type in a white shirt and gray vest from the bar scene in "Once Upon a Time in the West." He first comes into the picture while washing himself. Later, he has to shoot the handcuff chain through Cheyenne. It is clear that he is much cleaner than the bandit, but he cannot hold a candle to him in terms of Wild West suitability (which he undoubtedly desperately needs).

In the late afternoon, to give the vetiver idea the final twist, even earthy-nutty aspects can be imagined directly on the skin. Of course, still equally alongside the conifer.

Conclusion: An attractive, robustly refined, undoubtedly rather masculine scent.

I thank Mokka for the sample.