Bubobubo17

Definitely chypre vibes, although a little unusual. The chiaroscuro contrast is expressed through a fresh citrusy initial blast and a deep matrix of vetiver and oud. I clearly smell the green profile of the oud variety, giving a distinct greenery to the perfume. There are hints of soapy and barbershop. The indolic and dark sambac jasmine dominates the whole heart, it is rather camphored at the beginning but evolves into a more creamy jasmine-tuberose combination as the hours go by. I can find the rosemary mentioned in the pyramid, which I perceived as an aromatic balsamic green note, with a typically mediterranean emanation. Both castoreum and natural deer musk support this lashing and narcotic composition, giving three-dimensionality and carnality to the most herbaceous and indolic/camphored part, although not overwhelming. The performance is very high, it lasts about 12 hours and has a remarkable projection. For me CN is a perfect perfume that could become my signature scent, I was looking for a spectacular chypre without aldehydes (they bother me) and this is definitely what I was looking for.

A wicker basket full of petals to be sprinkled and set among your hair, stems to put behind your ears, good scents to breathe-in by closing your eyes. While the wind makes everything flutter - hair, clothes, blades of grass - a young girl plays at “loves me/loves me not”. Jasmine here is manifested in its freshest and most tender version (sambac), almost innocent. It is not the protagonist as the name suggests but shares the bouquet with citrus, petitgrain, neroli, rose and more. I would say rose and petit grain contend the first place. There is a discreet and delicate sweetness, given only by the petals on a background of benzoin and cedar wood. Castile's French granddaughter, with freckled white skin and much more naive thoughts than her English grandmother. Certainly not a very complex fragrance but elegantly natural, without malice ... sometimes in a perfume I also want to find simplicity, childish and caressing sensations. I really enjoy it.
Sharini is a 100% natural French brand.

Patchouli, coffee, heliotrope, osmanthus among the notes ... initial hints of shady damp, almost stale, directly from a grandmother's drawer. After few minutes the notes reveal themselves, acquire light and fan out in a sparkling succession of olfactory sensations: floral, then spicy, then fruity, then coffey (ground coffee). A multifaceted and moving fragrance, original and at the same time delicate.

I wore this fragrance for the first time during a walk in solitude along a river: it was late April, light rays of sunlight illuminated a green horizon dotted with blooms, thick blades of grass swayed in the wind, interspersed with blue/purple flowers, wild plants with umbrella inflorescences, smaller flowers of various colors, yellow, pink, white ... By combining Mito with my walk in the environment, I created an epic combination. This very green perfume has galbanum as its protagonist, a plant of Persian origin, king of "greenery": in fact the opening recalls gardens and herbaceous expanses, where stems, leaves, roots, earth, pollen, fresh cut grass, contribute to the olfactory panorama. Green is here associated with citrus notes, making it sparkling and slightly astringent. There is something that "scratches", that slightly burns the throat: it is not smokey but rather a woody, resinous scent, like bark ... it is galbanum in its typical expression. The effect is strange but brilliant and I’m pleased despite a certain dissonance, almost disturbing. The composition gains complexity by the role of florals: hyacinths, magnolia and white flowers give poetry and grace despite being layered just below the green, which lead the heart of the perfume. In the drydown a mossy cleanliness welcomes you in its cool shroud. It is a courageous, stimulating fragrance, I do not associate it with bucolic sensations in a nostalgic or melancholic way, rather with a burst of vital lymph. This perfume draws on the classic without awe in remodeling itself in a modern key.

It is a clean honey with a toasted twist: I associate it with chestnut honey, sweet but with a bitter note. At the opening, a hint of dried fruit emerges, especially toasted hazelnuts, together with something that vaguely recalls the aroma of an english amber beer, just tapped. Very greedy for those who love these aromas and tastes. Then it fades in intensity settling on a more balanced background where some glow of light given by the flowers appears: a barely hinted tuberose (that I don't know if I feel it by suggestion or because it is so well integrated that it just fits wonderfully). The power of this perfume is its synaesthetic ability to suggest the consistency of honey and its amber transparency: you can see through it, but the lens deforms taking on spiralized contours due to the extreme fluidity. You would spend hours watching it spin, slowly, forming ephemeral balls. Exactly like the music of Slowdive, fluid, dreamy, "viscously sweet": it imprisons you in a kind of moving sand (the guitars distorted beyond belief / the fluidity of honey) surrounding you with a trail of hypnagogic stars of light (the angelic voice of the singer / floral notes). An experience worth doing is getting intoxicated by Slowdive listening to Slowdive! Persistence is very weak: it lasts two hours on my skin.