Hamsa Olympic Orchids Artisan Perfumes 2016

The opening is very heavy on the mastic, personally I enjoy it more a couple of hours into the drydown where I actually get a hint of fruit in the shape of citrus and apricot as well. The cognac is lost on me.

If you're a fan of mastic fragrances, such as Sisley's Eau d'Ikar you should check this out.
If not, definitely try before you buy.

Hamsa leaves a refreshing yet serene impression on me. A fragrance for contemplation, relaxation, and reminiscence. Not at all intrusive and so delicate, clean, and cool, as if the wind were embracing me and gradually immersing me in the waters of the Aegean. The water still warm from the sweltering summer. Autumn is particularly bearable for those seeking tranquility in Kos.

Hamsa certainly fits in well here.
A cool lemon envelops you, allowing resinous/earthy facets to vibrate. The sound of the sea penetrates the mind, leaves dance in the wind, and the sun drapes its warm cloak over the landscape. Subtle incense flows through the composition, making it seem even a bit cooler. It only appears cool and distant for a moment. For soon, a sweet, spicy sea overwhelms the senses, inviting the warmed body to dive into the water. The scent feels clean. Yet over time, it becomes warmer, although it is not a burning passion that is ignited here. Everything is moderate, with finesse. Cognac is used discreetly and skillfully, adding the finishing touch to the whole. Slightly woody, infused with sunlight, the fragrance then breathes gently. Lemon and resin remain subdued in the background, continually reviving the senses.

Longevity & sillage are quite enduring. It clings closely to the skin, gliding over it like a delicate silk veil.

"In clothing,
the doctor should maintain
cleanliness and a
clean garment,
with pleasantly fragrant
ointments of
unobtrusive scent!"

Hippocrates is said to have mentioned this.

Perhaps it was something like Hamsa, albeit with a subtle, sweet kiss.

“Je suis un homme”
The liquid screams after spraying
Wild, unbridled, and classic
Sublime, arrogant, uncompromising

Wild lemon
Lemon fillets
All expressed with a bare fist
Juice splashes around
Hits wood, hits resins
Refreshing, sour, and cleaner-like
Let it be pressed into cognac
Cocktail at twelve

Smoke swirls around in the environment
It has a resinous quality
Sweetly reminiscent of myrrh at first
Cold like incense in the second
Citrusy, creaky incense
Je suis un homme
Take me as I am

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Hamsa is the second fragrance by Ellen Covey that is now begging for my attention. This is a rather classic scent that uncompromisingly moves forward and spreads unbridled in the environment.
Imposing, citrusy, and wild, it aims to impress. A hint of lemon cleaner, yet still very natural. A wild linear smoke mix of fragrant resins from incense and myrrh, which comes across as cold and dominant.

After the wear time, I unfortunately find myself asking again, is it a scent or a perfume.

More of a blend that I enjoy smelling, but don’t necessarily want on my skin, as the cold smoke comes across as very plastic.

Cool is the small temple that you guard. Here you sit and meditate to your Manasarova through a window in the rock, singing Swami's mantra out to the sacred lake of your high plateau. There swims the swan Hamsa, bright and clear under Hamsa the sun, the lemon that is dear to you, alive and glowing in the early frost. Then you rise, Hamsa, as a free bird over the first orange hues of the fleshy sparkling apricot in the still lake.
You look through the hand-shaped Hamsa, which keeps dark djinns at bay, through the magical protective charm of the eye that reflects the evil eye. As if through a kaleidoscope of your power, you gaze and close your eyelids. Quickly, the fruit of the earth has vanished, the aromatic cool lemon, soon to be found the earthy smoke of myrrh as Sefirot's counterpart. Ethereal Palo Santo, with its sweet cognac, clouds the ceremonies, while bitter mastic resin grows like grass over amber tree avenues, where tobacco you believe hangs from their branches, sweetly bowing to the earth. Then bright incense envelops your small temple, immersing it in thousands of drops of balm, which you direct against your inner devils, in meditation, completely serene. Now everything is tense harmony, Jin and Jang, wood and resin, cool and warm, bitter and sweet, fruit and smoke, ethereal and soft like the tree of life, before Hamsa, the path to the highest liberation, extends as a slightly creamy path of sandalwood and bright fruity eagle resins into an almost invisible mist of incense.
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"Hamsa" is Dr. Ellen Covey's contribution to the "Çafleurebon Talisman Project," for which fragrances like "Antimony" (Christie Meshell, House of Matriarch), "Become the Shaman" (Dawn Spencer-Hurwitz, DSH Perfumes), "Guardian" (Angela St. John, Solstice Scents), "Figa" (Shelley Waddington, En Voyage Perfumes), or "Touchstone" (Amber Jobin, Aether Arts Perfumes) were created, thematizing the fragrance as a magical talisman. Covey arranged the individual fragrance notes in reference to Sefirot, the Tree of Life in Kabbalah, as contrasting pairs. The fragrance is not meant to act as protection in itself, but rather to remind us of our own powers against evil. After the clarifying freshness at the beginning, the grassy-green, balsamic-smoky, fruity-resinous heart, "Hamsa" does not strike me as very meditative and calming until the above-described base. "Hamsa" envelops me for about five to six hours, moderately to skin-close.