Pashm Hima Jomo 2023

Three new fragrances from Hima Jomo, a brand that has made the scent of the Himalayas its mission. Pashm, Loon, and Tchai, all of which I like and would like to review. The essences are said to be over 94% natural. I reach blindly into the pretty paper packaging of the samples and pull out Pashm, which initially convinced me a bit less in direct comparison, but my kind sender liked it the most.

Pashm means wool in Farsi, presumably referring to cashmere, the raw unspun wool. Pashm does not unfold any animalistic scents, but rather a fine spiciness in the top note. Juniper, cinnamon, saffron are supposed to be there; I perceive juniper and cinnamon, saffron is weaker but finely balanced in a delicate flower. They are carried by something woody, it is said to be cashmere wood; I am not familiar with that, but it also smells fine, in a chord with iris and white tea in the heart note. I am also not familiar with white tea. I wanted to get to know something foreign, to sniff the culture of the Himalayas; this is very fine, even floral, the most floral scent of the three after my first sniff. The spiciness is always present.

The animalistic aspect is supposed to come later, in the base note, alongside my beloved sandalwood, amber and musk-related ambrette seeds are said to be detectable in the base note. This also develops after a while but remains restrained. So, no raw wool with animal scent, but rather an oriental market that I was allowed to smell in Morocco with its spices and processed woods, all of this rather in airy heights and freshness. I see a panoramic view before me, the sky and earthy slopes swallow intensities and leave only a trace of human culture or animal exhalations behind. They are fine and intimate, like the memory of a night spent with the sweet-smelling beloved on the skin. Therefore, the sillage does not reach far, but the fine spiciness delights me, and I keep sniffing at my skin until I actually see myself following a herd of sheep high in the mountains.

Hours later, the fine flower from the beginning and a bit of wood remain.

I can imagine the scent for all genders, in everyday life, on dates. I never wear perfume while exercising; I don’t want to overshadow the scent of my skin.

Pashm takes me first to the oriental market, then to the morning after a night of love, and finally to shepherding sheep, all in airy heights. Let’s see where Loon and Tchai lead me on the second sniff. To be continued.