Dubai - Turath The Spirit of Dubai 2019

You wake up after a night of lucid dreaming where Rhianna doesn't turn you down and allows you to smell her farts. You remark to yourself that you never gave your bed the credit it deserves as it always takes care of you when it's time to have a chat with Mr. Sandman. After you stretch, you get up and notice neither your pet lion or US senator are in neither of their beds, so you go to walk outside and suffer a slight cut in your palm; you forgot to tell your slave to replace the missing diamond in your doorknob, so that's an extra beheading you have to look after.

You're annoyed as hell already and you've only been up 10 minutes, only to discover one of the members of your harem has the audacity to be menstruating; welp, another beheading you think to yourself. And to top that off, your wife asks you to give her some cunnilingus for her birthday, and you tearfully remind her that eating pussy is Haram, as you say your goodbyes as she pleads not to be sent to the gulags, you tell her what must be done will be done. As your life is falling into shambles, You open the patio doors and gaze upon the beauty of the seemingly endless amount of poppy seeds being harvested by your imported contractors *cough slaves cough*, and think you know what, times aren't so tough.

You later find yourself unwinding by sipping on a 300 year old congac crafted by the descendants of Blackbeard, after a long day of ordering 30 beheadings and the death of the infadels.
Turath finally wears off, and then I'm transported back to reality where I'm just living a normal existence, no stable of whores, no opulence, no fields of poppy to turn into opiates to fund my acts of terrorism; just normalcy.

Turath, heritage: heritage inherited from the past.
This is what the fragrance wants to convey: the wealth and millennia-old culture of the Middle East.
Starting with the packaging, in which we notice in the foreground a representation of a traditional tapestry with gold inlays where Bedouins are depicted playing and entertaining themselves while eating dried fruits and smoking from a hookah.
Fruity and floral scents are, therefore, the protagonists of the fragrance.
In the background, however, we also find a slight smoky sensation that does not fall into the simple smoky/burnt and breaks up the fruity sweetness a bit.
This is a very rich fragrance with a very broad pyramid of notes: this makes its evolution quite dynamic as with each "sniff" some nuances are perceived rather than others.

This stuff is very likeable, with a sweetness that's - although a little too sweet for my usual taste - not exactly gourmand. Perfectly unisex, it has a dark, plush, musky rose note that's very enjoyable even for a non-rose person due to the complexity of surrounding notes, but in my opinion it doesn't hang around long enough.

At first, the immediate wet spray hit: Head shop incense mixed with a mild "burnt" note - the burnt tip of an incense stick. Perhaps oud?
Shortly thereafter, I'm walking down the aisles of the souk. I smell an array of dried fruits in a dish next to the incense - dates, prunes, apricots, and hmmm --- dried dark rose petals as the burnt note itself moves back.

After drying into my skin is when the spice notes emerge - clove among them. I find it difficult to pick out many of the individual notes other than the ones I mentioned. There is a clear dried character to both fruit and roses; dried fruits and botanicals become oxidized in the process of drying. This can lend a musty or "sherry" note, and this perfume opens with "musty shop full of treasures". This is what gives it a bit of a hippie vibe - these notes mixed with the woody incense of oud.
I'm not surprised that I'm /we're trying too hard to "see" these notes we've been given. It's as if someone is playing an expensive synthesizer, and I'm trying to determine whether what I'm hearing is an actual, wooden violin, or is it the electronic impression of one?

I think in those cases, it's just as well to sit back, enjoy the music, and hear what the composer wants to say to my heart. What the composer wants to do here is make us imagine what Dubai, or at least a romantic conception of Dubai, is like. I'm enjoying the fragrance. It's not a tour de force, but it's very pleasant. It's strong stuff, and there are occasions in which its sillage would kidnap a room. Thus, I would not buy a full bottle, but I'll enjoy wearing my decant when in the mood.

Turath exudes an aura of opulence and Middle Eastern influences. Despite the multitude of notes present, the perfumer skillfully achieved a harmonious balance. With its fruity, spicy, sweet, and woody accords, it is simply divine. This fragrance is undeniably distinctive and far from ordinary. Its longevity is unparalleled, lasting a remarkable 12+ hours with a powerful projection for the initial 3-4 hours. Prepare to make a statement and captivate any room you enter . A personal favorite of mine, I have already indulged in my second bottle. Perfect for the fall/winter season, its intensity is unmatched.

Have you ever wanted to try all the notes and once, just to see what happens? That's what trying Turath feels like, so climb aboard and let's take a ride.

opens very smooth and easy, slightly fruity and citrus, aromatic. Lively, not dark. Light not cloying or sweet forward. A bit of powderiness under it, but it's a supporting note not a focal point and it gets a bit sweeter and fruitier. Strawberry stands out a bit above the fruity notes.

Next phase is starting to enter by becoming a bit waxier, stiffer, and less fruit forward. Transitioning to the heart notes with what feels like mastic. Light violet and jasmine floral notes are taking place over the waxiness. This moves further into a sweet waxy amber vibe with a peppery spice vibe over time.

This fragrance, despite the ridiculous note list, is a fruity oriental on my sky. Oud, leather, heavy woods, none of this really made an appearance. Fruity-floraly scent that dries down amber with warm spices.