Augusto

Somewhere between statement and review, my nose short-circuits the brain receptors here with the sensation: my eyes roll with surprise and satisfaction, my nose wants more. Because this camphor-like apricot osmanthus opening beats everything similar for me by far. The apricot pushes itself a little more to the fore, then becomes almost spicy, but always so delicate, so distinctive ... and then it comes back again, this fresh camphor tea wood blend in apricot. With a little more emphasis. So in apricot, the color, and that is not linear, but rather an endless loop. Endlessly beautiful. Thank you Monsieur C.

Morning in Tipasa is a bit of a PG version of Lutens' Fille en Aiguilles for AugustA. Fresher, sweeter, not as serious. The morning version perhaps while the Lutens for me takes place in the Mediterranean late afternoon sun. But both in the pine forest with the fragrant resin so warm and so refreshing. A tangy warm summer/autumn/late summer pine scent. Seemingly simple, but very compelling.

A pine forest or a fir forest, alternating with light deciduous forest. A wooden church. A monastery on fire. Birch wood smells Russian.
Resinous drops, precious smoky gold.
It's all in the first liberating breath of Zagorsk.

If you listen closely, you catch heaven-sounding chants, ranging from the deepest baritone to the bell-bright tenor.

This first impression inspires and sets the mood euphorically, remains transparent, but also gives way to a green incense calm that refreshes the soul
Nothing else far and wide except aromatic-ethereal incense.

Compared to the bright and airy that Kyoto captures, Zagorsk is grounded spirituality for me.

Oha - a self-confident chyprische opening on the nose, the approximate classification of the fragrance is thus clear. For me all sin allem a nostalgic rose fragrance.

The wearer surround dark furniture, heavy curtains, perhaps she lives in a small castle, in any case in the countryside, on the edge of the forest or close to wild meadows.
But this nostalgic image from the 19th century perhaps remains only as a basis during the first half hourvor the olfactory mind's eye.

After that, the scenery changes, it clears the sky while walking through nature and that offers a dense moss bed, invites you to a refreshing rest. Just paint yourself a picture of it, I recommend oil paint!

The rose that determines the fragrance is rather dark and velvety, but also has a fresh-smelling bright rose geranium as an accompaniment.
In the course, the fragrance tightens in the company of a slender cedar and an undergrowth violet.

The rose petals unfold in almost haptic perceptible gradually to an increasingly full fragrance, but never becomes oppressive. He remains mobile, changes.
Becomes fresh again, a little peppery almost. A moss rose, perhaps.
Combined with the moss, this rose always seems calm and at peace. We don't have a drama queen rose here, thankfully. Rather, we are invited to trace a natural landscape as we smell it. To feel.

For me, the scent transitions into sweet dreams after many hours at the conclusion until only a fresh breeze of this wonderful rose scent remains.

A nostalgic seeming rose fragrance, but with its natural composition but quite determined in its drawing and which in turn seems quite modern. FBF I must keep in mind.

This rose swims quite cheerfully in a champagne goblet.

The fragrance combines deeply aromatic fragrance rose - I have one in the garden, colored between dark red and magenta - with elegant but always light-footed evening(?) entertainment. Slightly spicy, smoking is allowed without anyone feeling disturbed. Sparkling laughter, fine wardrobe. He spreads a decidedly upbeat atmosphere, lighting sparkles, faces light up.

Walking away from the dinner party, you're left with a rose scent with light and shade and some late and very refreshing grapefruit sprinkles against at the end bright polished wood paneling.

Exceptional.