Black Citrus Vilhelm Parfumerie 2015

...of birch wood on lush green. For me, that is Black Citrus. One might ask: where is the citrus? And what is black about it? We will get to the citrus, but it only appears much later. At the beginning, there is fresh green, by no means intense smoke; nothing is burning, there is no campfire or anything like that. Vilhelm and his Norsemen have long moved on, the trail is cold. This reminiscence of a blazing fire is what Black Citrus is at the start. You have to like this cold smoke as it mingles with freshly cut green, almost a kind of green smoke.
That can't be all there is... and so you sniff and sniff and faintly detect the citrus. Softly and quietly it signals, I am here too. The fragrance becomes richer by one facet but not better. This is very subjective, as I clearly rate it lower than the general assessment.
For me, the scent radiates what I symbolically see before me and have hinted at above. An empty fire pit next to a clearing in the woods. Remnants of the previous night's rest, a solitary deer rummages through the fire pit and what is left of perhaps a raucous celebration. A fading memory that continues to disappear. A lone rider observes the decline of this scene, the image turns gray and soon dissolves, the last sounds of trumpets fade into the distance.
This is what Black Citrus reminds me of, although the scent smells intense in its own way and is also perceptible for a long time.