Féminité du Bois Shiseido 1992 Eau de Parfum

Here is a review of my latest discovery. I will keep it brief, as many here have already been inspired to write beautiful, poetic texts about this fragrance, to which I have little to add. Nevertheless, I wanted to write something.
The scent starts, unsurprisingly, with dry woods. Not dusty dry or lifeless, no, there is warmth and definitely liveliness present. Perhaps it is due to the slight, very slight earthy undertones? The image of Artemis in the underbrush, beautifully described by others here, fits well. But this wood is not a thicket, not a green jungle. It is an airy forest at the end of summer. Autumn has not yet brought rain, and dried plums hang from the trees, dehydrated by the summer heat, spreading their warm, spicy scent. There is also a slight sharpness that reminds one of plum brandy. It is dusk at the edge of the forest, and a warm wind intensifies all the aromas. The dry spiciness of cloves wafts in, immediately rounded out by beeswax, which gives the evening air a light, creamy, and completely unobtrusive sweetness.
Over time, this sweetness becomes stronger, yet it always remains the soft sweetness of honey and dried fruit. The entire fragrance also becomes softer and cuddles against the skin. It now reminds me of Indian rice pudding with cinnamon, cloves, and other spices. And lots of honey. It is now dusk, and the dessert is being cooked in a wooden cabin, where beeswax candles are everywhere. And the cabin creaks slightly and smells as night falls outside. Or is that a log in the fireplace, burning completely smoke-free and emitting this dry, woody aroma?
A scent from late summer that tells of a rich harvest, sunny days, and dry fields and forests. I can imagine it on cooler days, but also on a summer evening. It is beautiful, dry and soft all at once, bitter and sweet combined. Spicy and dark, as if it could tell of lost magic, yet friendly and dark golden like an autumn sunbeam.