Loor89
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Loor89
Good vibes
Very fruity opening, mainly I feel the banana and raspberry.
It reminds me so much of my beloved Ziguli candies that I bought as a child in the pharmacy.
Just a moment and the nice fruity aromas disappear and give way to a sumptuous Rose / Oud accord made slightly more earthy and moist by the cypriol oil.
A hint of jasmine also emerges well on the skin, made slightly spiced by cumin.
Then, as if from the abyss, the fruity note rises again, but I feel it different: it is more creamy and round, seductive! The fruit mixes with amber and opoponax going to dampen the oud, making it a perfume that is not only delicious but also very portable.
Matos takes an overly abused agreement in perfumery and distorts it, revolutionizes it and makes it with him; the result is for sure a surprising scent!
It reminds me so much of my beloved Ziguli candies that I bought as a child in the pharmacy.
Just a moment and the nice fruity aromas disappear and give way to a sumptuous Rose / Oud accord made slightly more earthy and moist by the cypriol oil.
A hint of jasmine also emerges well on the skin, made slightly spiced by cumin.
Then, as if from the abyss, the fruity note rises again, but I feel it different: it is more creamy and round, seductive! The fruit mixes with amber and opoponax going to dampen the oud, making it a perfume that is not only delicious but also very portable.
Matos takes an overly abused agreement in perfumery and distorts it, revolutionizes it and makes it with him; the result is for sure a surprising scent!
Day vs night
Very special opening, aldehyde bomb that almost slaps you in the face. Complex.
The tuberose becomes almost a wild flower, surrounded by thorns and growls with animalic ferocity.
For a moment it recalls the old glories of French chypre fragrances, but then it projects us into a concept that goes beyond artistic perfumery, to the limits of experimentation; pure olfactory alchemy.
The floral component is incorporated into the resinous one. The petals melt, tear and wriggle, almost enchanted in a frenzied dance.
Then suddenly silence; at night, the moment becomes suspended and a curtain falls on our skin, the rose and jasmine timidly become ambassadors of a light but vibrant and brilliant breeze of aldehydes which, like a wake of fireflies, light up our skin with floral tones without time.
Jasmine in its decadence contrasts with a rose with features between fruity and metallic, the orchestra intones the crescendo of the interlude of Cavalleria Rusticana; the pinnacle of ecstasy, Olympus at your fingertips.
The dirty and animalic moss stays with us until the end, it has always been there, lurking like an invisible predator that scrutinizes and studies us and then scratches our skin when everything seemed over. Precisely this laceration reminds us of the dual nature of this shape-shifting perfume: animal by day and flower by night, so dirty but at the same time clean, dark and gloomy and at the same time crystalline and clear.
We almost delude ourselves to understand it and make it ours but we are only scratching the surface of something that is larger and deeper than we can imagine.
A small masterpiece of this Italian house that unfortunately is too thin is mentioned above all in its native land and I can't get over it. Absolutely to try, not suitable for weak noses and not very curious minds.
The tuberose becomes almost a wild flower, surrounded by thorns and growls with animalic ferocity.
For a moment it recalls the old glories of French chypre fragrances, but then it projects us into a concept that goes beyond artistic perfumery, to the limits of experimentation; pure olfactory alchemy.
The floral component is incorporated into the resinous one. The petals melt, tear and wriggle, almost enchanted in a frenzied dance.
Then suddenly silence; at night, the moment becomes suspended and a curtain falls on our skin, the rose and jasmine timidly become ambassadors of a light but vibrant and brilliant breeze of aldehydes which, like a wake of fireflies, light up our skin with floral tones without time.
Jasmine in its decadence contrasts with a rose with features between fruity and metallic, the orchestra intones the crescendo of the interlude of Cavalleria Rusticana; the pinnacle of ecstasy, Olympus at your fingertips.
The dirty and animalic moss stays with us until the end, it has always been there, lurking like an invisible predator that scrutinizes and studies us and then scratches our skin when everything seemed over. Precisely this laceration reminds us of the dual nature of this shape-shifting perfume: animal by day and flower by night, so dirty but at the same time clean, dark and gloomy and at the same time crystalline and clear.
We almost delude ourselves to understand it and make it ours but we are only scratching the surface of something that is larger and deeper than we can imagine.
A small masterpiece of this Italian house that unfortunately is too thin is mentioned above all in its native land and I can't get over it. Absolutely to try, not suitable for weak noses and not very curious minds.
