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Le Puy-En-Velay 4 The Dua Brand

8.9 / 10 18 Ratings

A popular perfume by The Dua Brand for women and men. The release year is unknown. The scent is spicy-woody. Projection and longevity are above-average. It is still in production. The perfume is vegan according to the manufacturer.
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Main accords

Spicy

Woody

Green

Sweet

Smoky

Fragrance Notes

Bay leaf

Benzoin

Bergamot

Cardamom

Grasse rose

Labdanum

May rose

Musk

Rum

Sage

Sandalwood Vanilla

Vanilla

Ratings

Scent

8.918 Ratings

Longevity

8.918 Ratings

Sillage

8.718 Ratings

Bottle

6.225 Ratings

Value for money

8.812 Ratings

Submitted by MrInfinite · last update on 04/18/2025.

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Interesting Facts

The fragrance is part of the Inspired Expression collection.

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What the fragrance is similar to

No. 4

Reviews

2 in-depth fragrance descriptions

02/02/2023

10Scent 10Longevity 10Sillage

Gschpusi
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Gschpusi

Top Review 18

A lion doesn't care what sheep think of him!

Strong, dominant, and somehow also a bit lamb-like.
I really enjoy scents that are spicy and smoky and are not always spoiled by a squeaky sweetness.
A little bit is okay, but constantly having that "food" eat-me touch is annoying.
Le Puy is one of those candidates that shines with very dominant spices.
Bay leaf, aromatic and bitter with a strong spicy scent. It was also used as jewelry many centuries ago. Poets and field marshals, even Caesar adorned his head with a laurel wreath. Shiny, green, noble.
Sage, ethereal and leaves a fuzzy feeling in the mouth when chewed. As a scent, sage is rather clarifying and smells spicy bitter. Again, there’s a rather bitter touch here.
Cardamom, as a spice plant and powder, I absolutely can't stand. In fragrances, it’s a true nose pleaser.
Slightly musty, a bit menthol-like like camphor, cardamom in Le Puy lifts the spiciness a little and shines with fresh sparks like the crackling of sparklers.
When you soak all of this in beautiful amber-colored rum that has aged in sandalwood barrels sealed with vanilla-musk straps, it becomes Le Puy. Now this scent might scare off some rose haters. But to be honest, the rose has been drowned
and stumbles around the sandalwood barrel rather inconspicuously, tipsy.
A spicy-fine scent that reads harmlessly but is a strong lion inside, indifferent to whether a little sheep bleats.

12/27/2022

9.5Scent 9Longevity 9Sillage

Liquid
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Liquid

1

The Decision

"It’s quite an exciting thing to find out who you’re dealing with. Who stands before you and what connection they have to you. People are, in most cases, not what they say, not what they pretend to be, or truly so transparent that you would know exactly how they stand towards you. After all, you can’t look into anyone’s head, can you?"

- I wrinkled my nose, delicate beads of sweat sat under my hairline as if they were about to rise up in tragic applause and roll down my face. I was sitting across from someone you either associate with positively or absolutely negatively; there was nothing in between. And this association does not come from oneself. He was a suit-wearing crook, and the word crook would still imply some possibility of approaching him, but that did not exist. A fine designer suit hugged his broad-shouldered body as he sat there at a monumental mahogany secretary, looking into my eyes with a diabolical smile. On his desk, a substantial cigar was smoldering and smoking in an equally opulent marble ashtray.

"Don’t you think?!", he said now louder, pulling me out of my daydream, in which this table incense, combined with the luxurious, vanilla rum he had given me that had just slid down my throat seconds earlier, rose into my nose and nearly robbed me of my senses with its dark elegance.

- "Yes, of course," I said, looking as sincere as I could.
The spines of the enormous library shelves, if you could still call them that, stared down at me and lent the elegant room, from which a particularly woody-smoky scent emanated, a remarkable beauty.

"Whether family or friendship, at the core of the self-created social values of our postmodern society, true loyalty is something that reaches the visible edge of humanity in moments of absolute need. You understand that, don’t you..?"

- I wasn’t quite sure how accurately I could respond to all these questions, but the scenario I found myself in at that moment was so surreal that I couldn’t believe it. Then I saw the ornaments of the various rose types that adorned the splendid pocket square protruding from the breast pocket of his suit. At that moment, the delicate scents of the May rose and the Grasse rose also reached my nose, elegantly blending with everything I had smelled before.

- "Of course, I understand that," I replied to him.

"So naturally as you believe, it’s really not.
After all, there’s no official appeal like the calling of a politician to office. We only have 2 glasses of $300 rum and the certainty that the finger on the trigger will be pulled if somewhere out there the cow lies on the ice."

- His clear words should have made me leave the room immediately, but I couldn’t. Something held me there. Rooted in the oversized and comfortable armchair in front of the desk, the complexity of the conversation and the room was now joined by the scent of musk and a unique vanilla that gently rose into my nose. And then it struck me: I was only here because it offered me the opportunity to partake in a life that was otherwise not meant for me. A life with expensive suits, beautiful women who constantly smiled at me, and polished luxury limousines. As if my thoughts were remotely controlled, these images came to my mind. But was that really me, and was it this majestic scent that made all of that possible?

"So naturally, nothing is really that simple, and yet I must ask you, are you the one you pretend to be, or are you just acting as if what is happening between us right now is something that can be called the truth and nothing but the truth?"

- "I don’t know."

"I don’t know is the absolutely wrong answer," he indifferently opened a drawer from his still monumental desk and placed a gun on its surface.

- "I really don’t know!", I said, but was it I who spoke there, or did the words just spill out of me?

"Well, then I can’t help you either."

He immediately took the weapon in his hand, glanced at it with a raised eyebrow, and smiled again, but this time more diabolically. Then he slowly aimed it at me, and at the moment of absolute tension, the door behind me swung open, BANG!!!!

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My eyes opened, the beads of sweat on my forehead were back, only this time I noticed that I was tense in my bed. It was all just a dream. I turned my gaze to the left beside the bed, where, in contrast to the crook, my not-so-imposing desk stood, and on it was a blue-yellow perfume bottle.
Le Puy-En-Velay 4 was written on it.
So this was it, the luxurious reason to be noticed and to partake in a world that is actually hidden from you. But every time the sprays hit my neck again, it expands the possibilities. Possibilities born from an elegant, complex incense cloud.
A monumental scent.

Updated on 12/27/2022