Fireside Intense Sonoma Scent Studio 2007
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"Common soul is often paired with uncommon spirit."
"But dirt remains dirt, even if it phosphoresces."
(Alfred Polgar)
Right off the bat: all fans of Annick Goutal's "Myrrhe Ardente" and "Encense Flamboyant" should absolutely KEEP READING despite my negative rating, you will love this fragrance!
I’m going to put myself in a difficult position right from the start and confess that I can find absolutely nothing appealing about the two fragrances mentioned above. Unfortunately, because "Fireside Intense" is the perfect blend of these with a massive shot of bizarre niche exoticism on top.
It all began when I was searching for smoky scents and stumbled upon THE olfactory representation of smoke: Fireside Intense is marketed as "a smoky perfume that embodies the strangely satisfying scent of smoldering woods, carried by the crackling falling air or emitted from an evening campfire." All of this is true and would be beautiful if only my personal perception of the fragrance were anything but satisfying. To wash off or remove the "scent," I recommend gall soap or a specialist for amputation.
Even while reading the fragrance pyramid, an insatiable curiosity ignited within me, and the allure of the unknown overwhelmed reason and budget plans - thank you for your order. Wood, wood, and more wood. Biting birch tar and delicious leather. Laurie Erickson's obligatory overdose of castoreum from "Winter Woods" must not be missing here either. And alongside amber, oak moss, and juniper, the mystical master of smoke enters the ring: nagarmotha - eternal resident of Indian incense sticks and definitely summoned here as the troop leader. This scent brings me down! Exactly where Uncle Serge's intense bombs like "Fille en Aiguilles" celebrate the peak of their penetration party, the marching music of Fireside Intense begins, the likely eternal title defender of the smoke ring.
Yes, I indeed think of a campfire, but not one that romantically flickers and crackles. Rather, it feels as if that fire has just been "pissed out," and the smoke of its extinguishing flows directly into my nose without any detours. Alongside burnt cigarette butts and all sorts of charred plastic waste, the missing meat remnants from the barbecue evening reappear amidst the smoldering ash - a revelation!? For my part, I cannot endure it and raise the white flag - I am not up to this scent. Besides the nagarmotha, which I find extremely unpleasant, and the penetrating urine note, I also smell an enormously heavy myrrh. Thank goodness I am left-handed; I applied the fragrance to my right hand.
The sillage of the fragrance is criminal; a firearms license is absolutely required. The longevity surpasses the nuclear winter and could drive some test subjects, who share my personal perception, into sheer madness. However, there are indeed MANY LOVERS of this very perfume. It has already found a noteworthy fan base on various forums, and here too, after sending out a sample, I received - for me absolutely incomprehensible - euphoric feedback with the announcement of a soon purchase. Nevertheless, I can only evaluate the scent as what I perceive it to be: unbearable.
CONCLUSION: Those who love extremely heavy and smoky fragrances could find their holy grail here; those who already cannot relate to the above-mentioned Goutals can safely steer clear of this one, and those in search of the extremes of niche perfumery should add this outsider to their watchlist. Lastly, a well-meaning call to the friends of smoke, incense sticks, and myrrh: Test the fragrance and let yourselves be thrilled - the "Not Helpful" button awaits your feedback.
(Alfred Polgar)
Right off the bat: all fans of Annick Goutal's "Myrrhe Ardente" and "Encense Flamboyant" should absolutely KEEP READING despite my negative rating, you will love this fragrance!
I’m going to put myself in a difficult position right from the start and confess that I can find absolutely nothing appealing about the two fragrances mentioned above. Unfortunately, because "Fireside Intense" is the perfect blend of these with a massive shot of bizarre niche exoticism on top.
It all began when I was searching for smoky scents and stumbled upon THE olfactory representation of smoke: Fireside Intense is marketed as "a smoky perfume that embodies the strangely satisfying scent of smoldering woods, carried by the crackling falling air or emitted from an evening campfire." All of this is true and would be beautiful if only my personal perception of the fragrance were anything but satisfying. To wash off or remove the "scent," I recommend gall soap or a specialist for amputation.
Even while reading the fragrance pyramid, an insatiable curiosity ignited within me, and the allure of the unknown overwhelmed reason and budget plans - thank you for your order. Wood, wood, and more wood. Biting birch tar and delicious leather. Laurie Erickson's obligatory overdose of castoreum from "Winter Woods" must not be missing here either. And alongside amber, oak moss, and juniper, the mystical master of smoke enters the ring: nagarmotha - eternal resident of Indian incense sticks and definitely summoned here as the troop leader. This scent brings me down! Exactly where Uncle Serge's intense bombs like "Fille en Aiguilles" celebrate the peak of their penetration party, the marching music of Fireside Intense begins, the likely eternal title defender of the smoke ring.
Yes, I indeed think of a campfire, but not one that romantically flickers and crackles. Rather, it feels as if that fire has just been "pissed out," and the smoke of its extinguishing flows directly into my nose without any detours. Alongside burnt cigarette butts and all sorts of charred plastic waste, the missing meat remnants from the barbecue evening reappear amidst the smoldering ash - a revelation!? For my part, I cannot endure it and raise the white flag - I am not up to this scent. Besides the nagarmotha, which I find extremely unpleasant, and the penetrating urine note, I also smell an enormously heavy myrrh. Thank goodness I am left-handed; I applied the fragrance to my right hand.
The sillage of the fragrance is criminal; a firearms license is absolutely required. The longevity surpasses the nuclear winter and could drive some test subjects, who share my personal perception, into sheer madness. However, there are indeed MANY LOVERS of this very perfume. It has already found a noteworthy fan base on various forums, and here too, after sending out a sample, I received - for me absolutely incomprehensible - euphoric feedback with the announcement of a soon purchase. Nevertheless, I can only evaluate the scent as what I perceive it to be: unbearable.
CONCLUSION: Those who love extremely heavy and smoky fragrances could find their holy grail here; those who already cannot relate to the above-mentioned Goutals can safely steer clear of this one, and those in search of the extremes of niche perfumery should add this outsider to their watchlist. Lastly, a well-meaning call to the friends of smoke, incense sticks, and myrrh: Test the fragrance and let yourselves be thrilled - the "Not Helpful" button awaits your feedback.
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Yeah, I wanted to order it too, but somehow I lost my enthusiasm waiting for it to finally arrive :D
But you're right: Many people won't like it!