P - 100 Jubilée Schlossparfumerie Wolff & Sohn Stuttgart 2014

Stealthily, as if he were entering a porn video store for the first time in his life, he slips through the gold-framed door of the Schlossparfümerie. His gaze wanders almost guiltily over the many small bottles and boxes on the shelves of the small establishment, as a lady dressed entirely in night colors breaks away from a conversation with older customers to address him. "How can I assist you?" she asks, but without that almost reproachful undertone that a middle-aged man, whose clothing conveys a rather refined vintage understatement, often encounters in more upscale boutiques. "Do you have Black Hashish or Black Afgano?" he asks in a subdued voice, feeling the eyes of the older customers on his back. "We have Black Afgano," she says, already placing the small bottle in front of him on the counter. She lets him smell the cap, but not discreetly, as the dealers in the Schlossgarten would have done, no, quite openly. "This is a very intense fragrance," she says, hesitating for a moment to utter the C-word, "Cannabis is very dominant in this." she finally manages to say. Exactly what I was looking for, he thinks to himself and sprays the black substance, which reminds him very much of the familiar oil from earlier, onto his right wrist.
While he tries to decipher the massive opening of the BA, the lady discreetly places another, significantly larger bottle on the table. "This is P 100 - Jubilée, our own creation, you might like this as well," she says, handing him the cap. "This one is similar, not quite as strong, and it focuses more on patchouli," she continues. He long buries his nose in the small golden cap before he says, "I like this very much too, I love patchouli," and sprays it on his left wrist.
Indeed, the two are very similar, he thinks, but while on his right wrist dark resinous, angular, and exalted fragrance explosions are taking place, the performance on his left wrist remains rather tame.
Well composed, warm, harmonious, and calm, the woody-earthy patchouli and cedar symbiosis complement the oud here, making it softer and more pleasing; the amber in the background is another softener. Frankincense, spices, and sandalwood are the tame, smoky-resinous and woody-spicy counterparts, initially still very perceptible, but over the many hours to come, they recede more and more into the background, before they are overtaken later on by the actual main players in the fade-out, which represents the only perceptible development of this fragrance for him, whose longevity is definitely above average. The sillage is decent in the first 2 hours, but not overwhelming; afterwards, it lingers at half an arm's length until it tightens up after several more hours.
As he decisively chooses the Black Afgano, the lady fills him a sample of the P 100. This sample will make it clear to him in the coming weeks that it certainly cannot always be the high of a BA, that P 100 will also have its admirers, but he himself will choose a less similar quiet player.