Top Notes 
Aldehydes
Spices
Orange
Bergamot
Heart Notes 
Clove
Cinnamon
Jasmine
Ylang-ylang
Rose
Base Notes 
Labdanum
Patchouli
Siam benzoin
Amber
Sandalwood
Tolu balm
Vanilla
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from the Bell Alley in Cologne: dedicated to the "King of Gods"
As a young woman, I admired this striking bottle and wondered how the company Ferdinand Mühlens, which to me only stood for "4711 - Echt Kölnisch Wasser," could bring something so wonderfully looking to the market. It just didn’t seem to fit together for me, and so I refrained from testing it: What could it possibly be?
I was young and intolerant; youth tends to arrogance out of ignorance:
How embarrassing that is for me today!
And I forgot about "Amun," as my fragrance paths led in entirely different directions.
Until I rescued some interesting scents from the container during a neighbor's apartment clearance; the sister of the deceased didn’t know where to put them and hesitated at the choice of the container: Glass?
Yes, it is glass too, but …
As a friendly little fellow, I offered to open the container lid for her; after all, she had a heavy box in both hands.
And then I saw the contents: several perfume bottles and, unfortunately, many heavily damaged or even shattered beautifully cut glass bottles. The box had fallen, and there were shards: What a pity!
I saved part of this content and am still convinced today that the woman thought I was more than a little strange, as her statement "Do you really want that old stuff?" spoke volumes.
I wanted "that stuff" and suddenly found myself in possession of scents that I didn’t know at all, and the discovery was already quite exciting.
In passing, I also learned a lot about an elderly lady whom I only knew as very reserved from the church community.
I had saved a part of her life that told me stories.
So, of course, I also wrote about my fragrance experiences with "Oestergaard," "Charivari," "Pavlova," the wonderful "Emprise" from Avon, and the marvelous "Ellipse" by Jacques Fath.
And now, therefore, "Amun" in perfume concentration; I had been lurking around for a long time; the right words just wouldn’t come.
It truly comes across as royal; or should I say "divinely royal"?
After all, Amun-Re was the main god in ancient Egypt, and the temple complex dedicated to him in Luxor is still extremely impressive today (and overrun by Nile cruise tourists).
Even with this fragrance, the remaining liquid in the now cleaned bottle (of course, they were all dusty, even if they stood way back in the wardrobe) has remained unchanged.
My fine nose finds nothing that disturbs the fragrance harmony or indicates a shift in the scent.
Instead, there is a content that would have been far too overwhelming for me as a young woman; it would have probably crushed me, a little doll and flower creature in my rose dresses.
If I were to categorize "Amun" into a fragrance drawer, then "Oriental Chypre" would be fitting.
This fragrance composition has everything one expects from it:
A radiant opening through aldehydes from well-spiced hesperides: fresh, but already somewhat darker than initially expected due to the spice.
Not a radiant "sunshine" appearance, but rather a mysterious glow already.
And here they come, the floral beauties that simply cannot be missed:
Roses in a heavy, velvety scent, rich white jasmine, arm in arm with exotic ylang-ylang.
How beautiful they are to behold; a feast for the eyes in any summer flower garden and, together with skillfully placed doses of strong clove and warm-exotic cinnamon, of course also a "feast for the nose"!
This interplay with the dark glow of the entrance unfolds extremely harmoniously.
But then the great fragrance gate of resins and balsamic essences opens: what a splendor is laid at the feet of this divine namesake!
Resinous and smoky, the impressive large chamber of the fragrance temple welcomes us as we now enter: Labdanum, the spicy, often somewhat cumbersome resin of rockrose, unites with the aroma of benzoin and wonderfully fragrant amber.
Rich smoky waves of scent float through the room.
Magnificent scent clouds embrace the previous notes of the fragrance composition; their union is already a high work of fragrance art.
Sandalwood builds a fragrant bridge to the earthy golden-brown splendor of patchouli, already in tête-à-tête with tolu balsam.
Now this rich fragrance creation resembles a heavy cloak made of dark, supple fabric, on which impressive flowers and fruity fragrant rays come together for a rendezvous.
Warm, rich, and sensual vanilla sets the final fragrance points: a magnificent fragrance fabric is completed here.
Not only worthy of an ancient Egyptian god-king but dedicated to the beauty of women.
What woman doesn’t feel particularly special when enveloped in a magically rich fragrance cloak like "Amun" offers?
This fragrance work of art seems a bit out of time; but stylish women with that "certain something" will still feel comfortable in this opulent fragrance garment.
After all, they have the assurance of wearing a rarity in fragrance and thus standing out even more uniquely from the crowd.
My bottle of "Amun" is almost empty; it has also suffered significant damage, so it can’t even move into my personal "Gallery of Empty Bottles."
But now that I have described the last scent from this unexpected inheritance, I am doubly glad that I spoke to the woman who was so foreign to me back then and thus came to wonderful and unexpected fragrance experiences.
This journey into the past of fragrances has truly been worth it for me.
I was young and intolerant; youth tends to arrogance out of ignorance:
How embarrassing that is for me today!
And I forgot about "Amun," as my fragrance paths led in entirely different directions.
Until I rescued some interesting scents from the container during a neighbor's apartment clearance; the sister of the deceased didn’t know where to put them and hesitated at the choice of the container: Glass?
Yes, it is glass too, but …
As a friendly little fellow, I offered to open the container lid for her; after all, she had a heavy box in both hands.
And then I saw the contents: several perfume bottles and, unfortunately, many heavily damaged or even shattered beautifully cut glass bottles. The box had fallen, and there were shards: What a pity!
I saved part of this content and am still convinced today that the woman thought I was more than a little strange, as her statement "Do you really want that old stuff?" spoke volumes.
I wanted "that stuff" and suddenly found myself in possession of scents that I didn’t know at all, and the discovery was already quite exciting.
In passing, I also learned a lot about an elderly lady whom I only knew as very reserved from the church community.
I had saved a part of her life that told me stories.
So, of course, I also wrote about my fragrance experiences with "Oestergaard," "Charivari," "Pavlova," the wonderful "Emprise" from Avon, and the marvelous "Ellipse" by Jacques Fath.
And now, therefore, "Amun" in perfume concentration; I had been lurking around for a long time; the right words just wouldn’t come.
It truly comes across as royal; or should I say "divinely royal"?
After all, Amun-Re was the main god in ancient Egypt, and the temple complex dedicated to him in Luxor is still extremely impressive today (and overrun by Nile cruise tourists).
Even with this fragrance, the remaining liquid in the now cleaned bottle (of course, they were all dusty, even if they stood way back in the wardrobe) has remained unchanged.
My fine nose finds nothing that disturbs the fragrance harmony or indicates a shift in the scent.
Instead, there is a content that would have been far too overwhelming for me as a young woman; it would have probably crushed me, a little doll and flower creature in my rose dresses.
If I were to categorize "Amun" into a fragrance drawer, then "Oriental Chypre" would be fitting.
This fragrance composition has everything one expects from it:
A radiant opening through aldehydes from well-spiced hesperides: fresh, but already somewhat darker than initially expected due to the spice.
Not a radiant "sunshine" appearance, but rather a mysterious glow already.
And here they come, the floral beauties that simply cannot be missed:
Roses in a heavy, velvety scent, rich white jasmine, arm in arm with exotic ylang-ylang.
How beautiful they are to behold; a feast for the eyes in any summer flower garden and, together with skillfully placed doses of strong clove and warm-exotic cinnamon, of course also a "feast for the nose"!
This interplay with the dark glow of the entrance unfolds extremely harmoniously.
But then the great fragrance gate of resins and balsamic essences opens: what a splendor is laid at the feet of this divine namesake!
Resinous and smoky, the impressive large chamber of the fragrance temple welcomes us as we now enter: Labdanum, the spicy, often somewhat cumbersome resin of rockrose, unites with the aroma of benzoin and wonderfully fragrant amber.
Rich smoky waves of scent float through the room.
Magnificent scent clouds embrace the previous notes of the fragrance composition; their union is already a high work of fragrance art.
Sandalwood builds a fragrant bridge to the earthy golden-brown splendor of patchouli, already in tête-à-tête with tolu balsam.
Now this rich fragrance creation resembles a heavy cloak made of dark, supple fabric, on which impressive flowers and fruity fragrant rays come together for a rendezvous.
Warm, rich, and sensual vanilla sets the final fragrance points: a magnificent fragrance fabric is completed here.
Not only worthy of an ancient Egyptian god-king but dedicated to the beauty of women.
What woman doesn’t feel particularly special when enveloped in a magically rich fragrance cloak like "Amun" offers?
This fragrance work of art seems a bit out of time; but stylish women with that "certain something" will still feel comfortable in this opulent fragrance garment.
After all, they have the assurance of wearing a rarity in fragrance and thus standing out even more uniquely from the crowd.
My bottle of "Amun" is almost empty; it has also suffered significant damage, so it can’t even move into my personal "Gallery of Empty Bottles."
But now that I have described the last scent from this unexpected inheritance, I am doubly glad that I spoke to the woman who was so foreign to me back then and thus came to wonderful and unexpected fragrance experiences.
This journey into the past of fragrances has truly been worth it for me.
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