Wow is this mineral: rain on a cliff with pines, whipped by the cold wind. Petrichor notes are not mentioned anywhere but they are all over this.
This opens on a terpenic breeze of pine, eucalyptus, and a discreete outline of petitgrain. Very civil muscs close the march. On fabric, the pine notes linger for a while -- a few hours after applying I was doing pushups in a cloud of forest air -- but on the skin, they are fleeting. Some might think of the basenotes to be a bit too tame, I personally love those kind of clean and intimate scents.
De Fille en Aiguille, also from Sheldrake, comes to mind, this time with no fruit nor resin, a more airy, fleeting, and resolutely mineral proposition. There is also a coldness that I associate with Iris Silver Mist: altough the two are very different, the mood is similar.
