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The Mouth of the Ocean
Tom Ford was not a name I was familiar with in the world of perfume before self-proclaimed fashion influencers praised it. Oud was now on everyone's lips and left a bitter aftertaste. It was briefly what Ed Hardy was in my youth - an expensive trend. But now I find myself intrigued, as Bitter Peach sounds so delicious and Tobacco Vanille is constantly celebrated. That’s why I awaited my sample of Oud Minérale with great curiosity. The name captivated me. It combines two notes that I really like.
After the euphoric tearing open of the envelope, my arms were moistened and I immediately stood at the mouth of the ocean. It’s cool in the morning and the waves, with their last strength, reach the shore, crashing against my creamed legs. The salt from the water, clouded by the stirred-up sand, rises up and I swim out. Seaweed and seagrass flavor the deep blue abyss beneath me, before I want to return to land.
The sun is at its highest point. I don’t know how long I must have been in the sea. Exhausted, I sit on a long-ago washed-up desolate tree trunk. The saltwater dries on my skin and the excess hydrates the wood. The salt-stained wood embraces me for my company. In the distance, there is a fire that I cannot see. Someone is preparing the catch and heartily squeezing lemons into the flames. The sea air harmoniously blends with the smoke and spices. The signal for me to say goodbye to the lapis lazuli-colored horizon. And when I lie in bed at night, I still smell the salt and the memory of the ocean lingers on my skin.
An extraordinarily beautiful scent that remains consistently fresh and aquatic, even though these notes are usually so fleeting. Like ripening wine, it becomes more intense over time and the wood becomes more present, giving a bitter accent. Just when I thought it was only close to the skin, the scent tugged at my nose with memories. Even in the evening, Oud Minérale robbed me of sleep because my arm under my head still smelled of it and held me hostage. At night, I didn’t want to swim in the sea anymore - scent waterboarding!
Unfortunately, I must admit that I can understand the perfume's positioning. It lacks that certain something that would allow this scent to be called Private Blend. Damn well made, but without that je ne sais quoi. So I am glad that it is a sample and not a blindly purchased bottle.
After the euphoric tearing open of the envelope, my arms were moistened and I immediately stood at the mouth of the ocean. It’s cool in the morning and the waves, with their last strength, reach the shore, crashing against my creamed legs. The salt from the water, clouded by the stirred-up sand, rises up and I swim out. Seaweed and seagrass flavor the deep blue abyss beneath me, before I want to return to land.
The sun is at its highest point. I don’t know how long I must have been in the sea. Exhausted, I sit on a long-ago washed-up desolate tree trunk. The saltwater dries on my skin and the excess hydrates the wood. The salt-stained wood embraces me for my company. In the distance, there is a fire that I cannot see. Someone is preparing the catch and heartily squeezing lemons into the flames. The sea air harmoniously blends with the smoke and spices. The signal for me to say goodbye to the lapis lazuli-colored horizon. And when I lie in bed at night, I still smell the salt and the memory of the ocean lingers on my skin.
An extraordinarily beautiful scent that remains consistently fresh and aquatic, even though these notes are usually so fleeting. Like ripening wine, it becomes more intense over time and the wood becomes more present, giving a bitter accent. Just when I thought it was only close to the skin, the scent tugged at my nose with memories. Even in the evening, Oud Minérale robbed me of sleep because my arm under my head still smelled of it and held me hostage. At night, I didn’t want to swim in the sea anymore - scent waterboarding!
Unfortunately, I must admit that I can understand the perfume's positioning. It lacks that certain something that would allow this scent to be called Private Blend. Damn well made, but without that je ne sais quoi. So I am glad that it is a sample and not a blindly purchased bottle.
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