Top Notes 
Bergamot zest
Yuzu
Jasmine
Cardamom
Orange blossom
Lavender
Heart Notes 
Jasmine absolute
Mandarin orange
Patchouli
Rose
Base Notes 
Sandalwood
Indian oud
Musk
Cedarwood
Frankincense
Chizza
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The eyes of the gazelle smell like a lukewarm autumn day, colorful leaves swirl over paths, a spark of a healed and joyful world glimmers. A sandalwood corset; aromatic, atmospheric, anti-elegiac. Garnished with the rough-ripened citrus of a bergamot peel along with its entourage.
Usurper musk drives away the heir, Indian oud, which fades embedded in roses like a horn in the fog. Mighty yet in the felt spatial maelstrom, just a moment, but with a balanced elegance. Here I agree with Faust and the moment he desired; my soul just doesn't have to pay the price for it.
Advancing seriousness, an aura of lavender freshness on a woody incense base. It does not smoke; no thurible is swung to the point of unconsciousness, trance, or whatever. Gently like the crackling and hissing of a once-mighty fire under the influence of raindrops: nasty and viscous, exhaling the olfactory breath ad infinitum.
To be honest with you (source of the quote, my own son), I have never tested a perfume that could weave not only oud and rose together but also establish a clean, non-negatively connoted citrus as an additional layer. Typically, this combination is accompanied by a pejorative eye roll. Here, the distinction of the rose is emphasized, the citrus is no less an olfactory patrician, the oud initially heavy, then successively becomes the pedestal for the described duo. Craftsmanship at its best.
We all know oud and rose. Oud plus citrus is regularly attempted to be married. This bond is often of delicate performance, very much in the spirit of the ratio of marriages/divorces. Here, this circumstance is absent due to the sandalwood with its floral sidekick. Garnished with moderate spice, nothing more is needed to recognize that this gazelle is a magnificent creature to admire. Intoxicated as if visiting the Lotophagi, I must, lacking a helping hand, lift myself as Odysseus in personal union onto the symbolic ship, set sail, and conclude my (probably/for now) last review here. Au Revoir.
Usurper musk drives away the heir, Indian oud, which fades embedded in roses like a horn in the fog. Mighty yet in the felt spatial maelstrom, just a moment, but with a balanced elegance. Here I agree with Faust and the moment he desired; my soul just doesn't have to pay the price for it.
Advancing seriousness, an aura of lavender freshness on a woody incense base. It does not smoke; no thurible is swung to the point of unconsciousness, trance, or whatever. Gently like the crackling and hissing of a once-mighty fire under the influence of raindrops: nasty and viscous, exhaling the olfactory breath ad infinitum.
To be honest with you (source of the quote, my own son), I have never tested a perfume that could weave not only oud and rose together but also establish a clean, non-negatively connoted citrus as an additional layer. Typically, this combination is accompanied by a pejorative eye roll. Here, the distinction of the rose is emphasized, the citrus is no less an olfactory patrician, the oud initially heavy, then successively becomes the pedestal for the described duo. Craftsmanship at its best.
We all know oud and rose. Oud plus citrus is regularly attempted to be married. This bond is often of delicate performance, very much in the spirit of the ratio of marriages/divorces. Here, this circumstance is absent due to the sandalwood with its floral sidekick. Garnished with moderate spice, nothing more is needed to recognize that this gazelle is a magnificent creature to admire. Intoxicated as if visiting the Lotophagi, I must, lacking a helping hand, lift myself as Odysseus in personal union onto the symbolic ship, set sail, and conclude my (probably/for now) last review here. Au Revoir.
Updated on 11/27/2025
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