Prologue: For me, this is not an explicit leather scent, but a charming, youthful shining cistus rose in leather symbiosis. One should not be averse to roses and should bring a general tolerance for saffron, a bit of sweetness, and oud undertones. Otherwise, the fun factor might be limited, as here, in my opinion, primarily a beautiful rose scent framed in leather is hidden. The Cavalier is the rider, a sun-tanned leather unit with the animal. But it is also the dance partner who brings the rose lady into the right light for her grand appearance. And it is the one who does not follow the leather protocol, contrary to societal etiquette. No old leather armchair, no Bianchian fur beast, no berry-sour fruit leather. I wouldn’t wear it if I wanted leather, but for the rose... and both together... really beautifully done!
Getting to know each other was attraction at first sight, unexpectedly in the everyday hustle and bustle between door and edge. On a warm spring Saturday afternoon. The Parisian streets in the 1st arrondissement around the Tuileries and the Louvre were overrun by city trip tourists in too summery clothing, who kamikaze-ed and cheerfully whizzed by on scooters or patiently queued at Angelina. In between, Parisian youth from the Rue de Rivoli, definitely discussing something important with wild gestures, casually sipping Kir or crossing the red light to picnic on Tuileries chairs. In between, he and I in a DIY store marathon, or almost, because I had cheated. Stopover: perfumery. He preferred to wait outside to contain the obviously impending escalation. And after spicy, smoky, dirty, and herbal leather: Stumbling into the open arms of the Cavalier, a honeyed leather dipped in rose extract, oh, so beautiful, saffron-floral honey leather! A split-second euphoria, different than expected. While he had had enough of waiting and put a stop to my irrational anarchy regarding our schedule: “I’m going to continue testing perfumes at Leroy Merlin and Ikea now...”
What? Now? We’re just getting to know each other! Without hesitation, I impulsively applied it to my upper wrist, my red leather jacket sleeves leaving marks - You shake me. Suddenly your saffron whip brings hot, rose-oil anointed leather. A herb-spiced iodine bomb explodes in the full rose bouquet, sultry, pulsating, the frightened mandarin hides shyly. You catapult me onto the old wooden floor of a former stable, light rays push through dry wooden beams. I am enveloped by your smooth, grippy leather cover, smoky honey hay. The unleashed calms down. A thick layer of enchanting, sweet-powdery rose petals buries your leather lacquer, dipped in cistus saffron honey resin and a sip of rum, dry lavender stems, earthy grass, soft, warm, sensual, nestled on discreet oud coal. On me, you are red, unrestrained, demanding, opulent, intoxicating, and smiling, tender, real. You part balsamically quietly, a whispered rose kiss, your familiar vanilla musk embrace, a foot searching for me under the rumpled bed sheets...
Outside in the fresh Parisian traffic air, I smiled while sniffing at her red wrist, not bad! Hours of DIY store marathon in radiant weather, I was repeatedly wafted a hint of leather glove or bouquet in my face... Stay a while! You are so beautiful! On her skin very corporeal-sensual, a bit flowery, animalistic, on paper it remains leatherier, although here there is a strong presence of rose. Conclusion at the end of the day, after diligently hauling flower buckets through Paris and more hocus pocus: H/S still remarkable, very pleasant and harmonious.
But this scent... At home, I hang on her rosy, red-stained wrist, I like it very much! I’ve never owned a perfume. I tolerated her little escapades, found it somehow interesting, scientifically speaking, like wine tasting, with codes unknown to outsiders. But here it’s different. I want the scent back. Now. Immediately. Did she buy it? When will she buy it? Can she order me a sample? I want my own sample. The Cavalier was immediately my moth light, irrevocably. My leather detector barely registers, primarily roses for me. In comparison, it remains drier, woodier, spicier on my skin, a slightly dusty, intense rose leather with translucent vanilla tonka, more subdued. She asks me why, after all, hundreds of perfumes, it is this one that captivates me. Well, because I love roses. Because it reminds me of my parents' rose garden, of early extraction attempts to preserve this scent, crushing petals on the leather couch in the living room. A flashback to my studies, internships with scent samples and extracts. And because it reminds me of a carefree, sunny Paris walk with her. As if someone had pulled back the curtain, I suddenly perceive perfumes on people, a second voice, an indistinct soundtrack, I don’t understand the words, but tone and volume tell me a story.
He has long wrapped himself only in you, daily, my rose cavalier. Secretly I’ve hidden your last drop, since then he has been testing himself through my darkroom. I like you because you remind me of that awakened child, who curiously crawls into the rabbit hole. Who now, through you, stands with me on the other side of the curtain and listens to distant voices in Wonderland. Because you are his first love, unexpectedly in the everyday hustle and bustle between door and edge, on the red wrist at the Tuileries. You are his rose-blooming perfume enthusiasm. A voice that becomes his and murmurs the unconscious in half-sleep, while the foot searches. You are the one that one begins to love, in the gentle vanilla musk bed, smiling with fading, wild rose anticipation, detached from the wooden framework after muted animalism. The same moment, experienced a thousand times, and then it is the one moment that remains. The one that one thinks they know, and that unexpectedly stubbornly burns into the soul. Its territory distinctly noticeable and long-lasting marked. The one that one brings everywhere, as its home is naturally everywhere with one. In which one buries their nose and completely lets go. Simply. Real.
Top Notes 
Saffron
Italian red mandarin orange
Heart Notes 
Rose
Cypriol
White honey
Iris
Base Notes 
Musk
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Cedar
Oud
Superfrede
BoBoChamp
Wayofscent
MaxumusIIV
BamBamNYC
Eggi37
SchatzSucher
Chizza
Gandix
Ergoproxy
