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My Amber No. 270
From a beautiful, blue, promising bottle, you are surprised by a sultry, muffled Oud with dark sandalwood over a hint of green. An idiosyncratic, spicy floral touch, leaning towards delicate caramel with a hint of sweetness.
Tonka with vanilla melts softly and creamy on a dark background and blends into an undefinable sauce. Perhaps amber of a special class. Amber does not reveal itself to us.
The opulence at the beginning, and throughout the long finish, only allows for a 7.0.
Tonka with vanilla melts softly and creamy on a dark background and blends into an undefinable sauce. Perhaps amber of a special class. Amber does not reveal itself to us.
The opulence at the beginning, and throughout the long finish, only allows for a 7.0.
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My Amber No. 105
Martial box, a bottle as a compelling argument. That's just completely off.
You find light jasmine tea with bergamot as a delicate opening, and with osmanthus and patchouli, a gateway into a world of rounded scents. From the depths, the cistus rises lightly and sends you into a richness with matte dark amber and friendly incense.
A fragrance of fine tuning with a likability factor and good compatibility for a carefree day, helping you in your search for balance. Given the right disposition. 8.5
You find light jasmine tea with bergamot as a delicate opening, and with osmanthus and patchouli, a gateway into a world of rounded scents. From the depths, the cistus rises lightly and sends you into a richness with matte dark amber and friendly incense.
A fragrance of fine tuning with a likability factor and good compatibility for a carefree day, helping you in your search for balance. Given the right disposition. 8.5
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My Amber No. 266
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The sun rises over the mountains of the Hindu Kush, casting deep shadows in the Wakhan, climbing over the Khyber Pass and accompanying you on your journey through a foreign land. Afghanistan.
The cistus is given to you on your way, and a bitter sweetness of dark roses caresses you with the green of the oases, floral cloud bands of a distant mirage. You feel the wooden dust of the sandy roads, the long, dark breath of amber, the native tobacco from hidden valleys, where the narcotic takes its angry beginning. You sense a green edge for a long time, the rough scent of bitter violets, hidden vanilla, and heavy labdanum, and you are caught in a gentle web of incense. Fine. 9.0
And now you dream of oriental secrets, of wishes that only a djinn could fulfill, of a peaceful future. But you are allowed to think for a while with hope of the tormented land.
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The sun rises over the mountains of the Hindu Kush, casting deep shadows in the Wakhan, climbing over the Khyber Pass and accompanying you on your journey through a foreign land. Afghanistan.
The cistus is given to you on your way, and a bitter sweetness of dark roses caresses you with the green of the oases, floral cloud bands of a distant mirage. You feel the wooden dust of the sandy roads, the long, dark breath of amber, the native tobacco from hidden valleys, where the narcotic takes its angry beginning. You sense a green edge for a long time, the rough scent of bitter violets, hidden vanilla, and heavy labdanum, and you are caught in a gentle web of incense. Fine. 9.0
And now you dream of oriental secrets, of wishes that only a djinn could fulfill, of a peaceful future. But you are allowed to think for a while with hope of the tormented land.
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My Amber No. 267
Opening oh dear, full Oud.
It knocks the mole's house down, a tree trunk has fallen darkly in front of his door, and outside the roses are supposed to bloom so beautifully, to smell so wonderfully, but only a faint breeze reaches him.
He retreats to the sulking corner, heavily breathing in the remnants of dull vanilla, and rhymes on the last hint of amber:
"WITH these scents it would work too."
It knocks the mole's house down, a tree trunk has fallen darkly in front of his door, and outside the roses are supposed to bloom so beautifully, to smell so wonderfully, but only a faint breeze reaches him.
He retreats to the sulking corner, heavily breathing in the remnants of dull vanilla, and rhymes on the last hint of amber:
"WITH these scents it would work too."
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My Amber No. 251
Here is a beginning that brings you joy. You are immediately curious about the upcoming scent experiences. And you are right to have that expectation.
Pure oil. Fine oil: amber in its "pure" form. Simply amber. Only slightly accompanied by delicate spices. The imagination allows for subtle cardamom, traces of pepper, and a green that contributes a fine touch with citrus notes.
Then the rose. Here is the rounding, the saturation. Depth. And no unpleasant sweetness. No, harmony. With vanilla, our fragrance gently glides into the night and offers little cuddly dreams in memory. 9.5
Pure oil. Fine oil: amber in its "pure" form. Simply amber. Only slightly accompanied by delicate spices. The imagination allows for subtle cardamom, traces of pepper, and a green that contributes a fine touch with citrus notes.
Then the rose. Here is the rounding, the saturation. Depth. And no unpleasant sweetness. No, harmony. With vanilla, our fragrance gently glides into the night and offers little cuddly dreams in memory. 9.5
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