Mortel Trudon 2017

Background: Perfumos send me samples, I then test the perfumes sent without any knowledge and describe my response - that of an inexperienced dilettante.

Today, I am greeted by an ethereal scent of fresh, green herbs from what is probably an organic garden, and I think I can also detect a hint of balsam. And a fresh, pungent note of soft incense. Sounds paradoxical, but it is. Overall, the fragrance creates warmth, but doesn't really get into the steamy sauna corner, but rather barricades itself in the sacred abscissa of a Gothic church. What is it doing there? There he calmly tinkers with wood, probably putting together a nicely balanced spice rack with pepper, salt, nutmeg and vanilla. There seems to be a little room for musk and my beloved myrrh too, so just put it on the shelf. But I really couldn't say which perfume it might be. I'm guessing niche, because it probably won't be by Christina Aguilera. It seems to be more of a fragrance experience for cozy days with rain, as a signature it doesn't do enough Palermo and doesn't get the gold chain out from under the silk shirt.
So I seek advice from the expert, who has been visiting the Waldkindergarten for a week now. According to her, she now even knows the differences in taste between woodlice and firebugs! I wonder what they taste like? Like incense? So I hold the test strip in front of her snub nose. She smiles, runs off and comes back with an artifact of my "Haamit" from the Erzgebirge forgotten in the stairwell:
A little smoker. Oh well.