Xerjoff Hayat is difficult for me to conceptualize from the fragrance pyramid, so I will try to approach it from a thought experiment.
Thought Experiment
A wealthy countryman gets into his Jeep. With the windows down, he drives a few meters through his garden. Not threads, but whole strands of the smell of freshly laid bark mulch invade the driver's cabin; warm, sour, and brown. Country air! The meadows bloom fresh. Early bloomers carry the strong, musty mulch smell through the cool air, little birds chirp hurriedly and chaotically. Yet, one can still distinguish the individual notes from one another. The man dreams along with the sounds, enjoying the tranquility of his spring morning. He slams on the brakes; he has to turn. Burnt rubber wafts through the air conditioning into the leather driver's cabin. He drives diagonally uphill on the green meadow. To the apple tree. Beneath it, the silhouette of an animal, only visible from behind. From the animal's back, it splashes down; splat, splat, splat. Life apples fall to the ground, forming several sweet-stinging piles on the lavender bushes below. Good fertilizer, say the country experts. Our gentleman countryman now opens the door and places his rubber boot routinely into the freshly fallen mud. He indifferently reaches for a lavender sprig and rubs it in his hand, which he absentmindedly brushes across his face to smell. A small brown streak, like war paint, sticks to his little beard. He seems not to notice. For he proudly groans the words "Country air, fresh country air." Shortly thereafter, the earthy little piece of life, the small lump of Hayat that had lingered on the countryman's face, falls to the ground. The countryman gives the horse a loving pat on the rear, as if to say well done. Well done for being there, good for your existence. Good for existence, life, with all its difficult facets. Perhaps also good that there are meadows, mountains, and air. With his leather jacket closed, he sits on a bench and enjoys the view of the valley before him. The leather jacket protects him from the chill. His face basks in the warm rays of the sun. His gaze glides from the trimmed meadow up to the mountain range at the other end of the valley. He gets to work, scraping the damp, sponge-like tufts that have settled on the sides of the stone steps. He enjoys physical labor, as it allows him to daydream. In the SUV, the phone rings. He talks on the hands-free system with the doors open and repeatedly drives the spade into the earth, skillfully turning it. First, he sees the green of the grass, then the soil beneath it. Again and again, green and brown. During the phone call, he pulls some roots out of the ground with pleasure and tosses them for composting. A gently blowing wind circles around the car, mixing the notes of leather and earth.
Fragrance Character
Hayat is a special scent, as I hope I have indicated in the associations. Its greatest challenge is the earthy theme, which initially waves over with a fecal-stinging note and feels quite comfortable for a while. As it develops, Hayat becomes noticeably leatherier and earthier, although it will always retain a certain sharpness, something sour and musty.
Notes of bark mulch, burnt tires, and leather are shifting in green and brown tones. This shifting between green and brown, in my opinion, is accompanied by a complicated and challenging balance between cooling and warming characteristics, which makes the scent difficult to interpret in its applicability.
Applicability
Certainly, I see the scent only on experienced men who may be somewhat marked by life through a certain pessimism. But not a pessimism without cheerfulness. An indifference that also instills a certain humor. Men who love nature in all its forms. But who also enjoy their clean house and life with their wife, even if they hardly ever have anything to say to her. Silently, they are engrossed in conversation and occasionally smile. For the Hayat wearer, it would also be advantageous if he can often be outdoors.
Fragrance connoisseurs who enjoy challenging scents will be confronted with a mysterious fragrance that one must be able to wear. I do not see the scent on young people and women at all. Perhaps on very old women, if they have already-let's say-developed their own must and know how to cultivate it. This is not meant to be disrespectful, but should highlight the potential complications of wearing it.
Longevity and Sillage
Longevity and sillage are unproblematic, although one should be grateful that the sillage is not a trump card.
If you are a perfectly normal person like you and I, living in an apartment building, I recommend initially blending in with the neighbors under the guise of organic waste. This way, you don't stand out too much and can also use a sort of excuse on your wrist to gauge the reactions.
Price
Since I see the scent more for collectors and enthusiasts, or for older gentlemen with a certain starting capital, I consider the price to be fair. The scent is undoubtedly an exceptional fragrance, and such should be rewarded accordingly.
I would welcome discussions and your assessments.
Top Notes 
Brazilian bitter orange
Bulgarian lavender
Persian saffron
Heart Notes 
Ceylonese cinnamon
Amber
Cardamom
Base Notes 
Oud
Nagarmotha
Singapore patchouli
Atlas cedar
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