Magnol'Art FR! 01 | N° 04 Le Cercle des Parfumeurs Createurs / Fragrance Republic 2014
Male Hunters' Sweat May Lure A Mate
In mid-spring, the intoxicating odor of flowering Black locusts adorns the streets and wilderness in blankets of sweet honey musk. A smell that can cause people to wander around staring skywards looking for the source that rains such loveliness on them. Black locusts are astonishing trees, fast-growing hardwood great for soil retention, open enough for birds to play in while baffling sunlight for a reprieve on a hot day. Their bright green coin-shaped leaves fan out and flicker in the wind, with blackened reticulating bark and clusters of delicate white flowers draping down.
Magnol'Art, similar to all the other six perfumes of the collection, was realized through essential rules, no limits to the quality of the raw materials used, minimalist packaging with paper, wood, and glass from eco-sustainable sources. The only protagonist is the fragrance that describes and enhances, in its deepest essence, an authentic and shared passion for the Art of Perfume. Amélie Bourgeois took inspiration from a cosmic dance, full of love and grace.
Amid the six Eau de Parfums in the collection, I fancy Magnol'Art precisely for that presumptuous, creamy, velvety, and exotic nimbus that surrounds its fresh glow—it is as fair as a trip to Argentina and sensual as the tempo of a tango, two bodies that touch each other, an intense floral through the magnolia and acacia flower, and bewitching woods.
On my skin, Magnol'Art acts like a floral and musky perfume. It offers a fruity and citrusy beginning with notes of tangerine and orange peel. The mandarin is glorious; for a while, it brought me back to my childhood when my parents used to put mandarin peels on the stove over Christmas time. The citrus fruits awaken the heart's flowers and bring brightness to the fragrance. As for grapefruit and bergamot, a little touch but sparkling and energetic, they set the tempo for the scent.
The heart is a triumph of white and yellow blossoms and associates the magnolia with jasmine, black locust, and mimosa flowers. The floral accord is sublime, shouting, silky. Its sweetness touches. The magnolia, which usually smells like the way it looks, i.e., creamy, velvety, and exotic, with a bit of lemon, spice, and vanilla, here is muted to something that has sexual healing. Moreover, the Black Locust, or sweet acacia honey, which has the aroma of spring flowers and exotic wildflower honey, a delightful blend between heliotrope and orange blossom, in here it is majestically used to remind the aphrodisiac odor of man's fresh sweaty armpits. Neither fusty nor stinky, yet a pleasant and a bit musty smell with its clean and natural scent shining. However, that turns on and heightening the sexual arousal of numerous people. The more different someone's sweat is to yours, the more pleasant you find them - and their sweat. That means Magnol'Art sweat is miles away from mine, considering I love it. This black locust intoxicating and sweating smell can turn a frog into a prince, and perhaps it is a pheromone concentrated from manly armpit odor. Umm, why black locust? Because when the flowers are over – and their perfume's breathed its last – black seedpods emerge resembling insects.
The fragrance gradually reaches the dry down and reveals a woody trail. The precious wood and tonka bean combination are strong, powerful, bewitching, almost greedy. The heart and the base are akin to two bodies that touch each other. The first body is the sweet floral heart, and the second is the sensual woody base. These two symmetrical bodies in support get tired with passion, confidence, and grace. And the sesame seeds reinforce the woodiness with an undertone of caramel. Oh, man! I can't take my nose off of it.
Magnol'Art is unquestionably a cold season winner, and it brings warmth to the heart of a winter that is too cold. It has a kind of like niche quality, so take a walk in the street, leave your mark and be recognizable by its scent. It does not have the same smell like everyone else—one of the warmest fragrances available at Le Cercle des Créateurs de Parfums. Portray a more fatty, lactonic yet watered-down Marc Jacobs Daisy, and you'll be headed in the right direction. It turns into a skin scent within a few hours, but it is reasonably enjoyable while it lasted, and it lasts longer, a whiff can be caught from time to time the day after on clothes.
Stay safe; stay well.
-Elysium
Magnol'Art, similar to all the other six perfumes of the collection, was realized through essential rules, no limits to the quality of the raw materials used, minimalist packaging with paper, wood, and glass from eco-sustainable sources. The only protagonist is the fragrance that describes and enhances, in its deepest essence, an authentic and shared passion for the Art of Perfume. Amélie Bourgeois took inspiration from a cosmic dance, full of love and grace.
Amid the six Eau de Parfums in the collection, I fancy Magnol'Art precisely for that presumptuous, creamy, velvety, and exotic nimbus that surrounds its fresh glow—it is as fair as a trip to Argentina and sensual as the tempo of a tango, two bodies that touch each other, an intense floral through the magnolia and acacia flower, and bewitching woods.
On my skin, Magnol'Art acts like a floral and musky perfume. It offers a fruity and citrusy beginning with notes of tangerine and orange peel. The mandarin is glorious; for a while, it brought me back to my childhood when my parents used to put mandarin peels on the stove over Christmas time. The citrus fruits awaken the heart's flowers and bring brightness to the fragrance. As for grapefruit and bergamot, a little touch but sparkling and energetic, they set the tempo for the scent.
The heart is a triumph of white and yellow blossoms and associates the magnolia with jasmine, black locust, and mimosa flowers. The floral accord is sublime, shouting, silky. Its sweetness touches. The magnolia, which usually smells like the way it looks, i.e., creamy, velvety, and exotic, with a bit of lemon, spice, and vanilla, here is muted to something that has sexual healing. Moreover, the Black Locust, or sweet acacia honey, which has the aroma of spring flowers and exotic wildflower honey, a delightful blend between heliotrope and orange blossom, in here it is majestically used to remind the aphrodisiac odor of man's fresh sweaty armpits. Neither fusty nor stinky, yet a pleasant and a bit musty smell with its clean and natural scent shining. However, that turns on and heightening the sexual arousal of numerous people. The more different someone's sweat is to yours, the more pleasant you find them - and their sweat. That means Magnol'Art sweat is miles away from mine, considering I love it. This black locust intoxicating and sweating smell can turn a frog into a prince, and perhaps it is a pheromone concentrated from manly armpit odor. Umm, why black locust? Because when the flowers are over – and their perfume's breathed its last – black seedpods emerge resembling insects.
The fragrance gradually reaches the dry down and reveals a woody trail. The precious wood and tonka bean combination are strong, powerful, bewitching, almost greedy. The heart and the base are akin to two bodies that touch each other. The first body is the sweet floral heart, and the second is the sensual woody base. These two symmetrical bodies in support get tired with passion, confidence, and grace. And the sesame seeds reinforce the woodiness with an undertone of caramel. Oh, man! I can't take my nose off of it.
Magnol'Art is unquestionably a cold season winner, and it brings warmth to the heart of a winter that is too cold. It has a kind of like niche quality, so take a walk in the street, leave your mark and be recognizable by its scent. It does not have the same smell like everyone else—one of the warmest fragrances available at Le Cercle des Créateurs de Parfums. Portray a more fatty, lactonic yet watered-down Marc Jacobs Daisy, and you'll be headed in the right direction. It turns into a skin scent within a few hours, but it is reasonably enjoyable while it lasted, and it lasts longer, a whiff can be caught from time to time the day after on clothes.
Stay safe; stay well.
-Elysium
Elysium
