The bottle comes fancy, colorful the crowd in the background, abstract, and the pale guy in the foreground with the white tailcoat and the crooked grin.
Moshpit Pavarotti. Oh my word. Whoever came up with this idea at Ensar, that was really great. It's something completely different. You usually expect this slight "Oriental Sparseness" from Ensar, always the same old-school touches with oud, at least the bottles with leather. But this really looks COOL. Congratulations. Great artwork.
I am neither Woke, nor do I know what or who Morisco is; I've spent half my life in moshpits. Actively and passively. The last 10 years have gone into perfume. So it’s not surprising that I can call this specimen from Ensar's Fancy Woke series my own.
This perfume is a black middle finger made of dense, fat, smoky oud. A middle finger to me because I’m sipping white wine on the sofa, looking at this Woke bottle and hammering this text into my notebook. A middle finger to you because you’re reading this on a Saturday morning instead of being in a moshpit. A middle finger to the perfume connoisseurs who are still stuck in the last millennium and can’t handle fresh air. A middle finger to all those who said: "Look, another new Ensar blah" or "Inflation, this release AVALANCHE at Ensar..." blahblah "has to please everyone" blahblah "Ensar has to get rid of raw materials before they spoil..." blah
And here it is, tadaaa: black as the night, smoky, dark, stinky, evil. Pavarotti.
The scent starts very dark with damp jungle wood and already now there’s smoke in the background. A jungle after the rain, someone is trying to make a fire. Then the scent becomes resinous, thick large black oud pieces roasted on the fire, bubbling wildly. Incensy notes behind clouds of smoke.
It becomes slightly creamy, slightly leathery notes emerge. Also burnt hay. The whole thing is very heavily spiced, pepper, hay, smoke, leather. Along with a dense heavy red-brown wood that reminds of an old oak barrel. Wet ash. Cigarette smoke.
A VW Polo after 3 hours of driving where smoking and canned beer were consumed. Wet pants. The smoke machine during the song. Your T-shirt after a night in the moshpit.
In the drydown, it becomes calmer, you hang out with your new injuries from the show in the bar area, maybe playing foosball, still sipping on a beer - tobacco, light musk, and that head-spinning "Mind-buzz" incense from Cambodian oud.
Reduction is the message here - the ouds speak the language here. And it really packs a punch.
For me, an absolutely successful Ensar - back to (black) roots. It is the absolute anti-perfume.
And yes, when do you wear such a perfume? Middle finger! Do whatever you want with it! At the zoo with the rhinos, at parties without a happy ending, in the charts disco. And yes, for the homebodies:
You can also use it as a room fragrance! But if you take it into the moshpit; think of me!
Playlist:
Death before Dishonor "Count Me In"
Madball "For my Enemies"
Cataract "Vanished in the Dark"
Born from Pain "Antitown"
WOW !!! Wahnsinn, wie begeistert bist - warst !
Jetzt ahne ich, was hinter dem Duft steckt. . . Da steig ich in meinen Polo Harlekin und fahre grinsend weiter .
Den fand ich außerordentlich gut. Der erste unter den "neueren" Ensars, der mir auf Anhieb gefiel. Diese dunkle EO Black/ Black Changho-Tradition kann gerne bei künftigen Veröffentlichungen beibehalten werden. Sehr treffend beschrieben!
Geniale Rezension. Wir waren ja, sozusagen, live dabei. 😁 Freut uns sehr, dass dein Plan aufgegangen ist und der Duft zu einem Nosetrack für deine Konzertbesuche wurde. Und deine Beschreibung und die Wortwahl... sehr passend. Zur Musik, zum Duft, zum Anlass und zu dir. Einfach unverblümt, unverstellt, gerade raus und voll auf die 12!
Na, der Stinkefinger passt doch mal zu Dir, zumindest zu Deinem Foto! Für Moshpit bin ich allerdings zu alt und gebrechlich, musikalisch bin ich aber eh irgendwo zwischen Deinen Beispielen und Pavarotti - geiler Name ist es allerdings schon...
Rezension stark, Duft klingt wenigstens originell, aber wie Du dir denken kannst, ist Ensar nicht meine Marke, gar nicht, aber der hier... na ja, vielleicht würden wir uns gegenseitig sogar beschnuppern: ich würde ihn tragen, er würde sich tragen lassen, auch wenn das nicht mein Stil ist.
Ja, wir sind alle alt und irgendwie auch langweilig geworden. Denke ich auch oft. Vor 20 Jahren war ich selbstverständlich auch Tanzen um die Uhrzeit. Sehr coole Rezension, such wenn das vermutlich weniger mein Duft wäre.
Jetzt ahne ich, was hinter dem Duft steckt. . . Da steig ich in meinen Polo Harlekin und fahre grinsend weiter .
nicht aber coole Mucke hörst du