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10/02/2025
PerfumeUser2
42 Reviews
PerfumeUser2
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'Statement' is not enough to describe the lingering memories
Memories stored on a really 'old drive' , inside my brain and accessed via this Perfume:
Winter and already dark.
It started snowing for a while, and you see it falling on the ground, whilst yellowish light from the street poles shows it settling on the sidewalk.
You are the first one to leave footprints on this fresh snow, as it is cracking beneath your every step.
You pass by houses, and some still have the lights on, and some not, but all started getting ready to call it a day.
You smell the smoke coming out of the chimnies, from the freshly started fires, to warm the ones living in the houses. But it is fighting with the dense snowflakes to raise above, into the sky, as it is still a 'cold fire' , not completly burning the resins in the wood. Some of that smoke loses the fight, and gets trapped in the air around the flakes, coming down, and manages to imprint memories along your journey.
Taking out from the fire some wood, that started charing, but it was not completly burnt through, and the fire on it stops, as there's no more heat around it. That charred smoke that starts raising and fills up your nostrils. Can't remember which type of wood exactly it was.
Opening the school bench drawer, that probably was already old when it had your parents sit behind it, filled with pencils and crayons, all old, dried up one upon the other.
School 'Religion' class teacher clothes smell.
It was the same smell, similar to the wooden chairs and benches from the church, that absorbed the burnt incense, or the place holding all the candles burning, the warmed ash from the smoke stuck on the funnel. When the priest would walk in the church with burning incense, 'spreading' it around in the crowd (got to keep them demons away) .
It' s a 'church day' smell.
This memories get invoked by the smell, but the winter one is the strongest.
Regarding the perfume, it was sprayed on skin during leisure, and some sweetnes ligners behind the opening incense. After around 1 hour (give or take) it steps in front to sit in the same row with the smoke and amber. In the end, it' s letting itself rest on an amber finish (a bit like the smoky clothes after putting some wood on the fire- very shy) with something sweet (some here say vanilla- to my nose it's something similar but not quite, or not just that) .
Seems a very, how can I put it, delicate perfume. Not realy masculine to my nose.
It's gentile, and shall we say, not an extrovert perfume, as far as sillage goes.
The incense and smoke are the loudest in this perfume, to be expected, as they would be found on the age group smelling as such, but I feel like it's because of the association (for me) .
Still testing, but it's a far better option than Super Cedar by Byredo (not much of a challenge there) .
I only have a sample, so I don't want to say it's macerated or still fresh.
Good stuff
Winter and already dark.
It started snowing for a while, and you see it falling on the ground, whilst yellowish light from the street poles shows it settling on the sidewalk.
You are the first one to leave footprints on this fresh snow, as it is cracking beneath your every step.
You pass by houses, and some still have the lights on, and some not, but all started getting ready to call it a day.
You smell the smoke coming out of the chimnies, from the freshly started fires, to warm the ones living in the houses. But it is fighting with the dense snowflakes to raise above, into the sky, as it is still a 'cold fire' , not completly burning the resins in the wood. Some of that smoke loses the fight, and gets trapped in the air around the flakes, coming down, and manages to imprint memories along your journey.
Taking out from the fire some wood, that started charing, but it was not completly burnt through, and the fire on it stops, as there's no more heat around it. That charred smoke that starts raising and fills up your nostrils. Can't remember which type of wood exactly it was.
Opening the school bench drawer, that probably was already old when it had your parents sit behind it, filled with pencils and crayons, all old, dried up one upon the other.
School 'Religion' class teacher clothes smell.
It was the same smell, similar to the wooden chairs and benches from the church, that absorbed the burnt incense, or the place holding all the candles burning, the warmed ash from the smoke stuck on the funnel. When the priest would walk in the church with burning incense, 'spreading' it around in the crowd (got to keep them demons away) .
It' s a 'church day' smell.
This memories get invoked by the smell, but the winter one is the strongest.
Regarding the perfume, it was sprayed on skin during leisure, and some sweetnes ligners behind the opening incense. After around 1 hour (give or take) it steps in front to sit in the same row with the smoke and amber. In the end, it' s letting itself rest on an amber finish (a bit like the smoky clothes after putting some wood on the fire- very shy) with something sweet (some here say vanilla- to my nose it's something similar but not quite, or not just that) .
Seems a very, how can I put it, delicate perfume. Not realy masculine to my nose.
It's gentile, and shall we say, not an extrovert perfume, as far as sillage goes.
The incense and smoke are the loudest in this perfume, to be expected, as they would be found on the age group smelling as such, but I feel like it's because of the association (for me) .
Still testing, but it's a far better option than Super Cedar by Byredo (not much of a challenge there) .
I only have a sample, so I don't want to say it's macerated or still fresh.
Good stuff
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