Ambre Russe Parfum d'Empire 2005

Pawel encountered me a few years ago, his appearance and his name immediately piqued my curiosity. I have to get to know him.

As I open the door, Pawel, the Russian dream man, a real man through and through, greets me with a full-blown vodka breath. I feel almost dizzy, my knees go weak. Is it from the alcohol or from this man with his broad shoulders, chiseled chin, and piercing gaze? It doesn't matter. He has me now, completely.

I let myself fall onto his leather couch, a glass of champagne in hand, excitement bubbling inside me. What are you going to do with me, comrade? He offers me spiced cookies, cinnamon stars, I still smell coriander and a hint of cumin. Or is that his masculine scent? Doesn't matter, I want more of it.

Now he sits down next to me and I let my head sink onto his hairy chest, inhaling his soft vanilla amber scent, which blends with the aroma of the spices and the incense clinging to his clothes (a believer, my Pawel?) into a vanilla amber-spice-leather-incense mélange. What a guy! Love-drunk, I take another hearty swig of vodka, straight from the bottle.

Unfortunately, we don't get any further, as I, due to the ample spirits consumed, have fallen asleep beside him. However, his scent lingers on me long after I’m home.

The sillage is expansive, the longevity enormous. This Russian is not only a real knockout but also an extremely loyal companion.