When I first spray Aswan, I am actually just curious. A fragrance named after a city on the Nile sounds exotic, but also mysterious.
The first seconds are like a sudden step into sunlight: fresh bergamot, zesty and bright, accompanied by a surprising sweetness of raspberries. I immediately feel transported to a scene - a market in the early morning, vendors laying out their goods, fruits gleaming in the heat.
But Aswan does not remain light-footed for long. Over time, a new layer emerges, darker, deeper leather, musk, a hint of tobacco. The market transforms into something else: a boat ride on the Nile at sunset. The water still carries the warmth of the day, and a fine smoke from burning wood wafts over from the shore.
After a few hours, I smell my wrist and realize that Aswan has now fully settled in - warm, soothing, almost like a second skin. Not loud, not intrusive, but elegant, like a memory that you can't let go of.
I catch myself consciously noticing this scent again and again. It is not a perfume "for every day" for me, but rather like a travel diary that you open during special moments - when you long for warmth, for distant places, for stories.
At the end of the day, I feel that Aswan is less a fragrance, but more a journey: from the vibrant sweetness of the beginning through the mysterious depth to an intimate calm.
Brother, I just read your review of Black 2 and now this one… You’re a poet, no joke 😄🫶🏼 I really feel both reviews… Aswan is truly a scent that reflects the transition from day to night.