Black ambergris
Papua oud
Sri Lankan oud
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Mystic Woods and Ocean Shadows : Oud & Ambergris Journey
Black Gris opens like a whispered secret—soft, vaguely sweet, with delicate floral hues and a citrusy twist, like the zest of a lime freshly torn. It’s the only sweetness you’ll find here, fleeting and deceptive. Quickly, a sharp, astringent bitterness takes over, more bracing than sour, clashing boldly with the emerging spices that, after a few minutes, seize control alongside the oceanic breeze and the green, raw texture of oud woods.
As the scent unfolds over the hours, it reveals a more resinous, incense-laden heart. Frankincense rises, but it's the dry, salty soul of ouds from Sumatra and Sri Lanka that takes center stage, pulling you deeper into a briny, earthy terrain.
In the drydown, Black Gris becomes stormy and introspective—salty, mineral, tinged with damp earth and a hint of patchouli. The black ambergris comes in waves, generously dosed yet never overwhelming, evoking the charged stillness before a violent storm breaks over a dark, restless sea. The woods darken, soaked by sprays of foam as waves crash against jagged rocks, releasing raw, mineral, and saline notes into the air.
The spices fade into the background, but now and then you can still catch hints of nutmeg, thyme, and pepper—reminders of the chaos beneath the calm.
Wearing Black Gris is like standing alone on a deserted island under an ink-black sky. It’s meditative, haunting, and powerfully evocative. Tough, uncompromising, and shadowy, yet somehow smoothed at the edges, surprisingly wearable for those unafraid to venture into the dark.
As the scent unfolds over the hours, it reveals a more resinous, incense-laden heart. Frankincense rises, but it's the dry, salty soul of ouds from Sumatra and Sri Lanka that takes center stage, pulling you deeper into a briny, earthy terrain.
In the drydown, Black Gris becomes stormy and introspective—salty, mineral, tinged with damp earth and a hint of patchouli. The black ambergris comes in waves, generously dosed yet never overwhelming, evoking the charged stillness before a violent storm breaks over a dark, restless sea. The woods darken, soaked by sprays of foam as waves crash against jagged rocks, releasing raw, mineral, and saline notes into the air.
The spices fade into the background, but now and then you can still catch hints of nutmeg, thyme, and pepper—reminders of the chaos beneath the calm.
Wearing Black Gris is like standing alone on a deserted island under an ink-black sky. It’s meditative, haunting, and powerfully evocative. Tough, uncompromising, and shadowy, yet somehow smoothed at the edges, surprisingly wearable for those unafraid to venture into the dark.
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