Mizunara 2018

Mizunara by Parfum Satori
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8.1 / 10 14 Ratings
A popular perfume by Parfum Satori for men, released in 2018. The scent is fresh-woody. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Fresh
Woody
Floral
Spicy
Green

Fragrance Pyramid

Top Notes Top Notes
Clary sageClary sage LavenderLavender RosemaryRosemary GalbanumGalbanum CognacCognac NeroliNeroli
Heart Notes Heart Notes
CypressCypress JuniperJuniper PatchouliPatchouli
Base Notes Base Notes
AmberAmber ChamomileChamomile Cistus absoluteCistus absolute LabdanumLabdanum Tolu balmTolu balm Violet leaf absoluteViolet leaf absolute VetiverVetiver SandalwoodSandalwood

Perfumer

Ratings
Scent
8.114 Ratings
Longevity
6.810 Ratings
Sillage
6.511 Ratings
Bottle
7.211 Ratings
Submitted by Anessa, last update on 15.01.2024.
Interesting Facts
Mizunara (ミズナラ・水楢) refers to the Japanese Oak (Quercus crispula).

Reviews

3 in-depth fragrance descriptions
6
Sillage
6
Longevity
9
Scent
Kurai

375 Reviews
Kurai
Kurai
3  
Dark green marvel
Mizunara refers to the oak barrels in which Japanese whisky is matured. Do not expect a blunt concept of 'booze', though. This is a display of Japanese finesse and a pursuit of perfection. Absolutely top notch.

It all begins with a set of green-woody aromatics that pick you up and drop you into this dark-green place, far from the urban world. Into the heart of this scent, there is a fascinating transition to a warmer cypress-labdanum accord. The cypress is a different type than the usual Hinoki which is also warm, but heavy on the camphor. This is deeper, faintly minty and gives a tingling sensation. The green woods are darkened with amber. A sweet-savory labdanum with a burnt facet replaces the aromatics of the opening. This plus a variety of more subtle notes completes the 'oak barrel' impression with its rich flavors, presented in a perfectly well-mannered and refined fashion.

Rarely did I experience such a psychedelic forest trip as with this perfume - other examples would be Mazzolari and Dryad. Mizunara is just as marvelous as these, while it exists in its own aromatic-green-woody-oriental universe. What a mind-blowingly beautiful character.
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7
Bottle
7
Sillage
8
Longevity
9
Scent
IamCraving

7 Reviews
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IamCraving
IamCraving
Top Review 16  
In the end a whale comes and makes everything fine
And once again, I'm dreaming.
Dreaming myself into that long-awaited scent that has become longing itself.
Longing for what? For departure.

Yet at first I didn't want to dream at all.
Wide awake, the cloudy wet hits my skin.
In the intrusive light of an early afternoon, reminiscent of throat scratching.
Half-clear in my head: inhale.
And while still standing in the world, in the tidy room, the pillow spreads.
It's a lavender-filled one, and I think, "Heavens, no! I don't want to, I do want to stay awake!"
But too late, the familiar dry-bourgeois scent numbs my senses, I sink onto its purple linen cover with fluttering eyelids and fall deep.

Through layers, into shafts whose stories I never knew.
Into the depths that seemed to call me.
The crisp lavender capsules were but the lure, the cheese in the mousetrap.
So I fall.
Into sleep and dreams whose self-spinning thread is made of scent.
Slowly the grandmotherly projecting lure softens, its scent no longer toothless and heavy-eyed, it becomes cool and dew wetted.

I crouch in the blackest corner of a dark vault, barely a ray of light reaches here, it smells a bit like a coal cellar and fresh mud.
Wiry, wolf-sized figures with fox-like tails cavort in the middle of this hazy place, licking the sweet dew off the lavender heads and making choppy excited noises as they do so. Their rude sounds have the dirtiness of sweating labdanum, and as their tongues plane over the knee-high lavender it transforms into many hundreds of cypress trees, their decorous statures disappearing into the nothingness of the ceilingless height.
Their tart woody aroma pulls up the corners of my mouth despite a wildly beating heart.
The figures, however, do not seem at all pleased at this miraculous termination of their dewdrop orgy.
Now, willing to know who brought about this spell, they toss their faceless heads about, and though I make myself as small as a mimosa dancing a tango, first one, then two, then all glances are directed at me.
Violet-leaf-rough panic scrapes my inner walls and as the figures move toward me as if in a trance, I notice that the cypress trees are not only growing upward, but downward as well. Wherever there is a tree and roots should normally be massaging the ground, the feathery growth stretches as if on axis into further shallows of space.
So I lurch remotely to the cypress nearest me and plunge into the outlined hole in the ground through which its twin reaches down.

Again I fall, and where a moment ago it smelled of beastly breath, gloomy visions, and lapsed organics, now the foreboding of pure air reveals itself.
I had quite forgotten to breathe, but now, as it brightens through my closed skin, a midnight-blue bliss makes its way up my nose and a sudden surge of oceanic wildness washes through me and shrieks at me, almost waking me up.

Landing in the wet element.
Indeed, it has taken me to the deepest depths of the overworld seas.
But here there is no darkness on the bottom, on the contrary, chalky white is the water and so excitingly fragrant that my gills greedily suck themselves full.
Metallic, waxy, effervescent, rippling, creaking, green-stalked.
A whale, barely larger than a seahorse, brushes my leg, swims past me without a greeting, and excretes a poppy-seed-like grain.
Knowing what to do, I float as close to the tiny creature as I can see its uneven, shimmering surface, then swallow it down with a large load of salt water.

There is darkness inside me.
Incorporated and sunken in the black vault, it is difficult to scrape out.
Yet within me it begins to flicker.
The flickering of the tiny lump becomes a soft glow, first questioning, then more definite, until it begins to glow warmly and my body wants to dissolve in its piercing light and the heated, radiant water that surrounds it all.

Thus filled and enveloped, I fall.
Upwards.
Into the harsh density of tree needles,
into the pale light of the sea mist,
into the soft nothingness of awakening.
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Lescentofman

5 Reviews
Lescentofman
Lescentofman
5  
An homage to the famed Japanese whiskey casks in a bottle
Once I pried open the sachet, a wave of freshness caressed my nose, intriguing me in the process. Being me, I immediately applied Mizunara on my wrist and upon doing so, it conjured up an image of me seeing in Satori-san's eyes as she made her way trekking through the late spring month in Mount Akagi.

An amalgam of aromatic nuances immediately greeted me. I could detect the minty, menthol-esque facet of rosemary, mirroring the chilling air she experienced before. As soon as I kept on sniffing my skin, the different ingredients started to emerge, each taking their turns to shine within the spotlight.

On one occasion, I picked up the bracing, almost musky and green odour of galbanum, giving me the impression of sinking my boots through the damp soil. On the other, the combination of clary sage and lavender worked well, emitted clean, crisp notes that were incredibly herbaceous. With the sun shining brightly above me, the light aroma of neroli basked my skin, complementing the aromatic top notes of Mizunara.

The redolence top notes of Mizunara kept persisting through until I came head-on with the profound, oaky nature of the cognac oil on my skin. It left a tingling sensation on my nose, as to how whiskey drinkers encountered sipping on their dense tipple. With clary sage still present at this later stage, it seemed to enhance the leathery note at the top.

By the time I hit the heart notes past the 45-minute mark, here it gets fascinating. Mizunara's woody and somewhat smoky nature materialised, kicking off the aromatic facet from its pedestal. The middle portion of the fragrance radiated a lot of cypress and juniper.

As they both exhibited coniferous properties and similar in the genus, they gave an image of trekking through temperate forest. I could smell the different elements of the cistus note caused it - the damp barks, dry branches, and dewy leaves sprouting from the tree.

While Satori-san delved deeper into the forest, the sunlight dimmed a little due to the dense canopy of trees shielding the ground beneath. The chilling nature of cypress dominated over the juniper note exuded a masculine aura permeating through the combination. Satori-san added the patchouli accord which elevated the green properties of the scent, lending a darker, earthier, and woodier edge.

With the heart notes dissipated at the two-hour mark, Mizunara steered into another direction. This time, it got sweeter as the base notes emerged. Due to the heavy usage of resins - labdanum, tolu balsams, and amber, the fragrance projected out a vibrant and ambery image. I felt the scent's warmth, as though the founder of Parfum Satori sought refuge by the lake, warming up her body in the process as she soaked up the sun's rays.

Her use of chamomile at this stage supplied with an almost sweet, fruity twist to the base notes, accentuating the balsamic properties Mizunara possessed. The creamy properties of sandalwood supplemented the milkiness of the fragrance. I detected a faint and yet, a sharp, leathery odour. I suspected that it was caused by the cistus note, and I got all curious about it.

Despite coming from the same plant, I asked Satori-san on her usage of both cistus and labdanum. Based on my understanding, I know that for the case of labdanum, it could come off as a thick substance with an olfactory impression of being leathery and ambery. Satori-san then justified her use, indicating, "Although labdanum and cistus are both made from the same plant, employing various extraction methods which offer a difference in olfactory notes."

"To me, the labdanum resin is milder and balsamic sweeter than the cistus absolute. Of course, it has a leathery and ambery image, giving volume in the last note. While the cistus absolute embodies the same characteristics as labdanum, it comes across as sharper and more animalic. It strengthens the fragrance core from the middle to the base notes," added by the founder of the Japanese perfume house. I learned something new today!

Her explanations enlightened me, and I finally observed it myself. The base notes seemed to be amplified, and a smoother transition from its previous to its current phase. The fragrance went considerably parched, possibly due to the vetiver that influenced my senses. I experienced the smell of violet leaves, emitting somewhat a metallic accord, which Satori-san herself experienced when she witnessed the colour on the surface of Lake Onuma.

Paying homage to the whiskey contained within the Mizunara's wooden casks, Satori-san's genius touch of faintly adding the kyara note at the end was brilliant. It was very mute throughout the ensemble, although I got the faintest glimpse of it every now and then. I suspect that she did it deliberately, considering the scent only emerged after a reasonable maturation period of twenty years.

Overall, what Mizunara brought to the table was equally impressive. It was as though I got to relieve Satori-san's first-hand experience, indirectly of course, in concocting the scent, right down from her bar sessions to trekking deep within Mount Akagi. All of the accords were harmonised well. I felt the strength and power of the perfume, which resonated well with me.

Rating: 9/10

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2 short views on the fragrance
RachelgRachelg 8 months ago
8
Scent
The light green tendrils of a willow tree as they brush against the surface of a cool running stream. Ethereal and delicate.
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AnnAnn 4 years ago
9
Bottle
7
Sillage
8
Longevity
9
Scent
Crisp herbs nice blended with greeen galbanum. Warm waves blow through this japanese forest walk. An extraordinary beautiful delicate scent!
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