Top Notes 
Nutmeg
Juniper
Heart Notes 
Cedarwood
Thyme
Lavender
Base Notes 
Patchouli
Leather
Musk
Aliana
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When Muscat lay at Nineveh
Oriental Essences - Sultan de Muscat: My next supposed men's fragrance that I bought for myself. Because I find it exceptionally feminine - mine. Not sweetly feminine, not delicately feminine, but fully feminine, with spirit, character, and will.
Strangely, with this scent, I can't even say what I'm smelling. Sure, there is a fragrance pyramid and I could somehow sing it down. But that would be a lie, because I can't pick out anything that is written there. At least not at the beginning. Because at the start, I believe I'm smelling a flower that is as large as a lily and has the same juicy, fleshy texture. I think my nose would be covered in pollen if I were to stick it into this flower cup. And a new scent would present itself to me, one I had never known before.
What Whadelse89 wrote, I can understand. What he smelled, I can also smell if I imagine it firmly. If one somehow comes to carrots, one could also smell them, perhaps also tempted by the color of the perfume.
But for me, it is not carrots, but an unknown scent that is juicy, sweet, and spicy, but not floral in the conventional sense of the word. Whoever creates such a new experience from nutmeg and juniper is truly a master!
I have never smelled those famous rather stinky flowers that bloom for just one day and then fade away. But such a flower now appears in my imagination - new, exotic, juicy, spicy, sweet, unknown. And atypical. This is the beginning, which lasts about 5 minutes and confuses me, also surprises me. I am very pleased, this wins me over.
Then nuances emerge that sway me back and forth, as they remind me of certain people and situations. Normally, everything listed in the pyramid I know and could identify. But for some reason, it remains closed to me. Rather, the scent is so complex and simultaneously agile that it overwhelms me to fathom it. Everything is there, but nothing really stands out for long. There are only subtle scent wafts of the individual aromas that briefly brush through my senses, only to collapse back into themselves and trickle onto the calm surface of this fragrance. Then it tingles briefly and settles back smoothly onto my skin.
I only know - yes, I like it and yes, yes, there are days when I am just like that: bright and fragrant like flower honey, but just as viscous and dripping; and whoever touches me, it is no pleasure for them, I stick to their senses for a long time! Grinning oddly, but inscrutable and closed - that is how this scent comes towards me and that is how I am sometimes too! On such days, I also want to smell like that. Not like a meticulously carved marble statue with mirror-smooth curves, but like a rustic wooden figure from Nineveh.
And in general - the theme of the Orient comes here without the typical oriental attributes - no spices from the mortar, no oud, no amber, no roses, no resins smoldering in the bowl. None of that. An Orient like Akkad from Lubin - sacred like in ancient times, before trade, wealth, and the Middle Ages gave it the aura of 1001 Nights. This Orient has nothing lascivious, nothing physically pleasurable. It only expresses a mindset for me.
This perfume has taken a very important place in the past 2 weeks since I got it - the place for the clear nights and days when I can look far, when I am strong and willful, when I am enough for myself, when my spirit roams like a desert wind, creeping into every crack and reshaping everything within me!
Now I know the scent that belongs to it! Another tessera in the mosaic of my self!
Strangely, with this scent, I can't even say what I'm smelling. Sure, there is a fragrance pyramid and I could somehow sing it down. But that would be a lie, because I can't pick out anything that is written there. At least not at the beginning. Because at the start, I believe I'm smelling a flower that is as large as a lily and has the same juicy, fleshy texture. I think my nose would be covered in pollen if I were to stick it into this flower cup. And a new scent would present itself to me, one I had never known before.
What Whadelse89 wrote, I can understand. What he smelled, I can also smell if I imagine it firmly. If one somehow comes to carrots, one could also smell them, perhaps also tempted by the color of the perfume.
But for me, it is not carrots, but an unknown scent that is juicy, sweet, and spicy, but not floral in the conventional sense of the word. Whoever creates such a new experience from nutmeg and juniper is truly a master!
I have never smelled those famous rather stinky flowers that bloom for just one day and then fade away. But such a flower now appears in my imagination - new, exotic, juicy, spicy, sweet, unknown. And atypical. This is the beginning, which lasts about 5 minutes and confuses me, also surprises me. I am very pleased, this wins me over.
Then nuances emerge that sway me back and forth, as they remind me of certain people and situations. Normally, everything listed in the pyramid I know and could identify. But for some reason, it remains closed to me. Rather, the scent is so complex and simultaneously agile that it overwhelms me to fathom it. Everything is there, but nothing really stands out for long. There are only subtle scent wafts of the individual aromas that briefly brush through my senses, only to collapse back into themselves and trickle onto the calm surface of this fragrance. Then it tingles briefly and settles back smoothly onto my skin.
I only know - yes, I like it and yes, yes, there are days when I am just like that: bright and fragrant like flower honey, but just as viscous and dripping; and whoever touches me, it is no pleasure for them, I stick to their senses for a long time! Grinning oddly, but inscrutable and closed - that is how this scent comes towards me and that is how I am sometimes too! On such days, I also want to smell like that. Not like a meticulously carved marble statue with mirror-smooth curves, but like a rustic wooden figure from Nineveh.
And in general - the theme of the Orient comes here without the typical oriental attributes - no spices from the mortar, no oud, no amber, no roses, no resins smoldering in the bowl. None of that. An Orient like Akkad from Lubin - sacred like in ancient times, before trade, wealth, and the Middle Ages gave it the aura of 1001 Nights. This Orient has nothing lascivious, nothing physically pleasurable. It only expresses a mindset for me.
This perfume has taken a very important place in the past 2 weeks since I got it - the place for the clear nights and days when I can look far, when I am strong and willful, when I am enough for myself, when my spirit roams like a desert wind, creeping into every crack and reshaping everything within me!
Now I know the scent that belongs to it! Another tessera in the mosaic of my self!
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