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12/17/2023
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A nomad goes to the market and makes love at lofty heights
Three new fragrances from Hima Jomo, a brand that has made the scent of the Himalayas its program. Pashm, Loon and Tchai, all three of which I like and would like to review. I reach blindly into the pretty paper packaging of the samples and pull out Pashm, which initially convinced me a little less in a direct comparison, but my friendly sender the most.
Pashm means wool in Farsi, probably referring to cashmere, the raw unspun wool. However, Pashm does not have any animal scents, but instead a fine spiciness in the top note. I perceive juniper and cinnamon, saffron weaker, but finely balanced in a delicate flower. They are carried by woody notes, cashmere wood, I don't know what it is, but that also smells fine, in a chord with iris and white tea in the heart note. I haven't heard of white tea either. I wanted to get to know something foreign, to smell Himalayan culture, this one is very fine, even floral, the most floral scent of the three after my first sniff. But the spice is always there.
The animal notes are still to come, in the base note; in addition to my beloved sandalwood, ambergris and musk-related ambrette seeds can be smelled in the base note. This also develops after a while, but remains restrained. No raw wool with an animal scent, but rather an oriental market that I was able to smell in Morocco with its spices and processed woods, but all in an airy height and freshness. I see a high-altitude panorama in front of me, the sky and earthy slopes swallow up the intensity and leave behind only a trace of human culture or animal exhalations. They are subtle and intimate, like the memory of a night spent with a fragrant lover on the skin. The sillage therefore doesn't reach far, but the fine spiciness delights me and I sniff my skin again and again until I actually see myself following a herd of sheep high up in the mountains.
I can imagine the fragrance on women and men, in everyday life, on dates. I never wear perfume for sport, I don't want to drown out the scent of my skin.
So Pashm takes me first to the oriental market, then to the morning after a night of love and finally to herding sheep, all at lofty heights. Let's see what journey Loon and Tchai take me on on my second sniff. To be continued.
Pashm means wool in Farsi, probably referring to cashmere, the raw unspun wool. However, Pashm does not have any animal scents, but instead a fine spiciness in the top note. I perceive juniper and cinnamon, saffron weaker, but finely balanced in a delicate flower. They are carried by woody notes, cashmere wood, I don't know what it is, but that also smells fine, in a chord with iris and white tea in the heart note. I haven't heard of white tea either. I wanted to get to know something foreign, to smell Himalayan culture, this one is very fine, even floral, the most floral scent of the three after my first sniff. But the spice is always there.
The animal notes are still to come, in the base note; in addition to my beloved sandalwood, ambergris and musk-related ambrette seeds can be smelled in the base note. This also develops after a while, but remains restrained. No raw wool with an animal scent, but rather an oriental market that I was able to smell in Morocco with its spices and processed woods, but all in an airy height and freshness. I see a high-altitude panorama in front of me, the sky and earthy slopes swallow up the intensity and leave behind only a trace of human culture or animal exhalations. They are subtle and intimate, like the memory of a night spent with a fragrant lover on the skin. The sillage therefore doesn't reach far, but the fine spiciness delights me and I sniff my skin again and again until I actually see myself following a herd of sheep high up in the mountains.
I can imagine the fragrance on women and men, in everyday life, on dates. I never wear perfume for sport, I don't want to drown out the scent of my skin.
So Pashm takes me first to the oriental market, then to the morning after a night of love and finally to herding sheep, all at lofty heights. Let's see what journey Loon and Tchai take me on on my second sniff. To be continued.
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