Emma12

Beautiful incense-myrrh fragrance. Goutal "Myrrh Ardente" I like too, but this one is much deeper. Church gallery. Old wood and dust, frankincense, the sun shining through stained glass windows in beautiful, colorful beams... And the voice flies: "Agnus Dei qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis..."

God, it smells like my favorite bag. Only worn for special occasions, beautified and loved. Every now and then I forget a glass of perfume in it and a noble droplet is pushed through because of a leaky drip stop... A few sprinkles of vanilla cookies ...
The mystery of the lady's bag, the whole world fits into it and what she has seen and heard ...
Glove soft leather, carnation restrained. I can't smell amber and vetiver separately, but all in one - a great fragrance! Pleasantly harmonious.
Thanks to Duftboy1966 for the sample!!! He is now on my watch list :-)

I have not had any encounters with MGO to date. Many thanks to Duftboy1966 for the opportunity to test his art !
At the beginning Desert Wind reminds me very much of roundwood 20Mars2022. Then all of a sudden it's like, "Grandma, can I play with the kids?" My childhood memories are coming back Summer holidays, Grandma's farm, goat house! Yikes, but it's pretty intense.
What will my colleagues from the violin group say when I wear this scent at work? Will they also have such fond memories?
Fortunately it didn't come to that. Then my husband came home. " Herzi, you smell like a farmer after the steel clean up. Another perfume novice? But this time you dared too much."
Well, that's it
The next morning I only noticed a light incense and wood. But the "animal" phase is too intense and long for my standards. Like someone once wrote: "A cow shits in a bouquet of roses". Not mine.
Sillage is good, shelf life very good.

High quality incense-vetiver, not obtrusive but very striking. Noble and erotic.
In comparison with e.g. roundwood who does everything to attract attention (a pubescent rebel so to speak) Shaded is a lady. Veiled and dangerous. Very attractive. Single woman.

I smell fennel. Wet wood on the terrace. Rubber boots and raincoat. You go outside and look at the sky. Dripping rain drops, gray and cold. Wanderlust embraces you. Something stirs in your memory. Come closer, I can't recognize you yet.
"The trickling rushing water
Intoxicated confusing the voices
The dreams that pale and faded
Floating in a floating fog"