Top Notes 
Cardamom
Ceylonese cinnamon
Cherry
Plum
Heart Notes 
Heliotrope
Rose
Violet
Base Notes 
Frankincense
Oud
Leathery notes
Patchouli
04/22/2025
Grinse579
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Grinse579
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Elysian - the promise remained in the air
The name sounded like an invitation to paradise - Elysian.
A word that sounds like warmth, like sweet fruit, like light on old wood.
But what came was... different.
Even the opening:
Cherry? Plum?
Perhaps. But hardly tangible.
Instead: a wall of cardamom, spicy, cool, too much.
Cinnamon? I would have expected it. Wanted.
But hardly there - perhaps as a whisper, not as a sound.
And then:
A piercing, synthetic chord that doesn't unfold, but holds on.
Does not float - but presses.
Instead: a bitter-sweet medicinal undertone, as if from an old chemist's cabinet, not unpleasant, but emotionless.
As the fragrance progresses, it becomes softer, more wearable, somewhat rounder.
A hint of patchouli, a hint of incense, rose perhaps - but far in the background, barely breathing.
Leather? Not at all.
Oud? Possibly. But not bold.
Violets? Not in this story.
What remains is a kind of cool foreboding, a fragrance that lists a lot but tells little.
Technically? Perhaps.
But not my language.
Not my note.
Not my way.
My conclusion:
Elysian did not reach me.
Too much cardamom, too little soul.
A fragrance that sounded appealing in its idea - but left my nose with neither fruit nor warmth, just a cool buzz without a story.
A word that sounds like warmth, like sweet fruit, like light on old wood.
But what came was... different.
Even the opening:
Cherry? Plum?
Perhaps. But hardly tangible.
Instead: a wall of cardamom, spicy, cool, too much.
Cinnamon? I would have expected it. Wanted.
But hardly there - perhaps as a whisper, not as a sound.
And then:
A piercing, synthetic chord that doesn't unfold, but holds on.
Does not float - but presses.
Instead: a bitter-sweet medicinal undertone, as if from an old chemist's cabinet, not unpleasant, but emotionless.
As the fragrance progresses, it becomes softer, more wearable, somewhat rounder.
A hint of patchouli, a hint of incense, rose perhaps - but far in the background, barely breathing.
Leather? Not at all.
Oud? Possibly. But not bold.
Violets? Not in this story.
What remains is a kind of cool foreboding, a fragrance that lists a lot but tells little.
Technically? Perhaps.
But not my language.
Not my note.
Not my way.
My conclusion:
Elysian did not reach me.
Too much cardamom, too little soul.
A fragrance that sounded appealing in its idea - but left my nose with neither fruit nor warmth, just a cool buzz without a story.
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