Dark Night of the Soul OM Parfum 2024

The picture this bottle of perfume brings to me：
I feel myself walking through the tall grass at night, surrounded by silence, only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves. Suddenly, a faint noise from the grass ahead breaks the stillness. In the darkness, I can't see what is lurking ahead and I dare not make a move, my heart racing with tension. The noise seems to be approaching slowly, and I hold my breath, focusing on the shadow in front of me. Gradually, a small silhouette appears in the grass. As it comes closer, I finally see that it is a gentle and friendly goat.

Summary：
Dark Night of the Soul is by far my favorite in the OM Parfum family. The fragrance elements are centered around cocoa, goat milk, powdery notes, darkness, and animalistic scents. The initial slightly gourmand cocoa scent gradually deepens, becoming increasingly animalistic, until it finally transforms into the very realistic smell that a goat emits.

Cottage-core childhood nostalgia:
Working in stable.
Milking goats.
Freshly made funky cheese.
Intense dark cocoa infused with spices.
Sweet vanilla cookies.
Pungent earthy woods.
Bloomed flowers.
Hot summer breeze.
Caring for the crops.
Garden full of fruits.
House full of living.
Joy of making food.
Hug form loved ones.
Meaningful conversations.
Fooling around friends.
Warm nights full of stars.
Harsh winters are the fireplace.
Cozy bed.
My beloved pet.

All these things were so insignificant at that time, but now are priceless memories. It's very precious piece of art for me, reminds me of good old times when the world moved slower with no fears or hopes. A bow to your young careless, untroubled self enjoying small moments.

Thank you Aichi.

When this sample arrived I could smell it through the bag. It blessed my nose when I first sprayed it. I got a cheese smell like the note listed it was realistic. Then after a couple seconds maybe 35 I got some cocoa notes and civet yet the cheese was prominent. When the cheese started to tone down I got some oud. You can tell it’s real oud by the smell it’s amazing.

After a while I can feel a hot cocoa smell with a civet inside of the cocoa mug therefore civet in the chocolate factory

If you are an Om-Parfum fan like me, you may find this familiar- let me put in this way to make you quickly get the idea about this latest work:

Dark Night of The Soul integrates the gourmand facet of Cacao Mania and the profound oud base of Mate-O, while more prominent animalic facet is featured here.

For those who haven’t experienced the aforementioned works by Om Parfum yet, this is an opulent musky oud adorned with silky chocolate and palatable cheese sitting on the base of earthy oakmoss. It is so intricate and rich that evocative of quite some masterpieces from last century, which is opposite to the mainstream minimalism nowadays, but resonates to the regal and complicated vintage perfumes.

It is animalic but not wild, dark yet tranquile. Crafted by an fervent independent artist, Dark Night of The Soul is a unique scent with a story to tell, and ready to heal.

One morning he had returned. I felt his familiar breath, caught a whiff of his disheveled tracks in the soft, crumbling leathers, and hid beneath the pillows. I didn’t want to leave the night anymore. Bitter cocoa made the windows blind, smoldering dust from splintered woods, musty shavings of withered barks fell from the walls. Is the glue under the wallpaper made of brown wilted flowers cheesy, or is it the haze of my own flesh, like roasted milk from goats? Can I still smell myself? Shoes walk outside the doors, cool earth sticks to leather cream and deep in the profiles. My skin bears as many lived traces as amber veins in tobacco leaves, leathery furrows in soft barks; one can burrow into them, get lost, and finally be found again.
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With "Dark Night of the Soul," Aichi Liu from OM Parfum in Thailand attempted to create an olfactory image of her experienced depression. Apathy, helplessness, darkness, the world out there continues while the inner self confronts death. And finally, the confrontation with the illness, the presence of the Black Dog, this faithful companion, who will eventually become smaller and tamer. "You will feel alone, you will be lonely on this journey, and this is the journey that you have to take on your own, but remember, you are never alone in this process. Many people are the same as you. Have faith," she writes on her homepage. So it is not about a scent that is meant to be depressing, but rather a meditation on the acceptance of the situation and the awareness that there is a way out.
The encounter with the Black Dog begins leathery-animalistic (civet, Indian oud) with nuances of slightly urinous animal skin (hyraceum), embedded in dry, dark-bitter cocoa dust as well as dusty wood shavings and barks (oak, oud). Nestled within the Indian oud, one can soon perceive an accord of goat's milk, cheese, guaiac, and pepper, reminiscent of goat cheese roasted on scorching wood shavings, which I find anything but unpleasant; on the contrary, it develops an exciting, smoky-spicy skin accord with the various oud, amber, and leather notes, which is given a pleasantly indolic touch by iris butter and jasmine, flanked by slightly minty-earthy patchouli and spicy paprika, somewhat blurred by the resinous cedar reminiscent of shoe cream.
It is the leathery-animalistic quality combined with the fascinatingly multi-layered, subtly lived skin accord that vividly represents this very personal confrontation with one’s own depths for me and projects moderately to skin-close throughout the evening.

(With thanks to Cfr)