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Time is the Fire
“Time is the fire in which you all burn,” said the shadowy figure somewhere from the half-light between the gates. I was at a loss as to when and how I had even reached this enchanted place on the edge of darkness.
“How much time do you need?” the apparition whispered with a whispering echo into the infinity surrounding me. Overwhelmed by the events, I could hardly form a few words. This djinn or spirit or whatever was present placed a box made of the finest wood on the table in front of me. The bizarrely shaped, mossy-knotted legs of the table seemed connected to the figure. The root-like fingers, reminiscent of dark, creaky grasses, pulsed in the night’s darkness and slid the box across the silver metal plate of the little table, which was marked with deep grooves. Many tiny sparks sprayed into the silence of the surrounding darkness. The scent of glowing starbursts emerged, tracing sparkling fiery magic across the sky in slow motion and bathing the box, adorned with leathery fittings and dark, steaming wood ornaments, in lights akin to an Aurora Borealis.
My breath caught, the future revealed itself! What awaited in the box? Time...?
**
Time, what is it actually? We could all use time, most of us have too little of it, and no one knows how much time one is actually granted. In the end, time is something created by humans. Philosophically, time describes the progression of the present coming from the past and leading to the future.
Here, I find this incredibly well-composed fragrance comes into play. It allows me to forget time for a moment. The progression comes to a halt for a moment. This is again quite a stretch for a fragrance. But I hardly know another work capable of creating such a magical and mysterious aura outside of time. Pure Magic!
This brings me to another essential point for me. I know no other fragrance that reminds me of a djinn. Often, one has associations with other scents. Smells similar to fragrance XY, reminds me of fragrance XY! Here, I find no suitable comparison or twin. Pure Magic!
All of this is created by Marcus R. McCoy with just 4 ingredients. The aromas that initially remind one of starbursts are somewhat harsh, but gradually give way to the arrangement of dark woody, mossy, as well as leathery-earthy and slightly resinous components. And indeed, the mystique that Marcus surely breathes into the fragrances separately…
In conclusion, I thank the devilishly good Chizza once again. He organized this olfactory soul vow for me from the USA. Because unfortunately, one can hardly get hold of these works. Unless one has time…
Oh yes, suitable musical accompaniment would come from Pink Floyd - Time
“How much time do you need?” the apparition whispered with a whispering echo into the infinity surrounding me. Overwhelmed by the events, I could hardly form a few words. This djinn or spirit or whatever was present placed a box made of the finest wood on the table in front of me. The bizarrely shaped, mossy-knotted legs of the table seemed connected to the figure. The root-like fingers, reminiscent of dark, creaky grasses, pulsed in the night’s darkness and slid the box across the silver metal plate of the little table, which was marked with deep grooves. Many tiny sparks sprayed into the silence of the surrounding darkness. The scent of glowing starbursts emerged, tracing sparkling fiery magic across the sky in slow motion and bathing the box, adorned with leathery fittings and dark, steaming wood ornaments, in lights akin to an Aurora Borealis.
My breath caught, the future revealed itself! What awaited in the box? Time...?
**
Time, what is it actually? We could all use time, most of us have too little of it, and no one knows how much time one is actually granted. In the end, time is something created by humans. Philosophically, time describes the progression of the present coming from the past and leading to the future.
Here, I find this incredibly well-composed fragrance comes into play. It allows me to forget time for a moment. The progression comes to a halt for a moment. This is again quite a stretch for a fragrance. But I hardly know another work capable of creating such a magical and mysterious aura outside of time. Pure Magic!
This brings me to another essential point for me. I know no other fragrance that reminds me of a djinn. Often, one has associations with other scents. Smells similar to fragrance XY, reminds me of fragrance XY! Here, I find no suitable comparison or twin. Pure Magic!
All of this is created by Marcus R. McCoy with just 4 ingredients. The aromas that initially remind one of starbursts are somewhat harsh, but gradually give way to the arrangement of dark woody, mossy, as well as leathery-earthy and slightly resinous components. And indeed, the mystique that Marcus surely breathes into the fragrances separately…
In conclusion, I thank the devilishly good Chizza once again. He organized this olfactory soul vow for me from the USA. Because unfortunately, one can hardly get hold of these works. Unless one has time…
Oh yes, suitable musical accompaniment would come from Pink Floyd - Time
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On the Roof of the World
I close my eyes. In Tibet's deep valleys. High on the roof of the world.
All around me, only vastness - almost infinitely intoxicating.
On the horizon, the musk-red clouds let me breathe their sparkling dark fruity light in the twilight. Soft and minimalist.
With every breath, I drink the cream-colored air.
And up high in the skies, the eagle's woody wings swirl, carrying the tea of the fields into the wind of the departing day.
I laugh with the wind and follow the lonely path, lined with velvety flowers.
Far in the distance, to the temple - and I am there.
**
I haven't written any texts or formulated a review here for a long time. I thought my energy in this regard had fizzled out.
Until recently, however, EO has caught up with me. In connection with this beautiful and incredibly successful fragrance, I feel I owe this work a few worthy words...
When activating the sprayer, a cloud of musk explodes forth, certainly unmatched. The indisputable quality of Tonkin and Tibet musk is omnipresent from the very beginning and is guaranteed to be intensified over time by a "musk twirl" in the bottle. It's also important to note that it never feels dirty or grimy. The initial animalic note fades quickly, but builds the tension continuously and progressively, giving the fragrance the necessary backbone.
A juicy blackberry envelops the musk like a cocoon and balances it out delicately. Supported by flashing streaks of black tea, I come to the following conclusion: Never too much, yet still a real punch.
The dark fruity aromas color this initial picture so incredibly authentically that I must admit I have never encountered anything like it before.
After this introduction, it doesn't take long for the beautifully blended ouds to integrate with their dark woodiness. A generous portion of vintage Irian Jaya oud and the namesake Hailam Kilam was likely used. A rare Hainan oud that interacts perfectly with the full force of the musk.
Finally, a few floral-sweet arrangements and vintage Mysore sandalwood round off the entire composition, making it wonderfully wearable. The longevity is, of course, high due to the precious and valuable, as well as rare raw materials, as is the price. But that is another topic and logically to be factored in with EO.
Definitely high-end
Maximally authentic
Potentially addictive
Help, I am lost and so is my wallet :))
All around me, only vastness - almost infinitely intoxicating.
On the horizon, the musk-red clouds let me breathe their sparkling dark fruity light in the twilight. Soft and minimalist.
With every breath, I drink the cream-colored air.
And up high in the skies, the eagle's woody wings swirl, carrying the tea of the fields into the wind of the departing day.
I laugh with the wind and follow the lonely path, lined with velvety flowers.
Far in the distance, to the temple - and I am there.
**
I haven't written any texts or formulated a review here for a long time. I thought my energy in this regard had fizzled out.
Until recently, however, EO has caught up with me. In connection with this beautiful and incredibly successful fragrance, I feel I owe this work a few worthy words...
When activating the sprayer, a cloud of musk explodes forth, certainly unmatched. The indisputable quality of Tonkin and Tibet musk is omnipresent from the very beginning and is guaranteed to be intensified over time by a "musk twirl" in the bottle. It's also important to note that it never feels dirty or grimy. The initial animalic note fades quickly, but builds the tension continuously and progressively, giving the fragrance the necessary backbone.
A juicy blackberry envelops the musk like a cocoon and balances it out delicately. Supported by flashing streaks of black tea, I come to the following conclusion: Never too much, yet still a real punch.
The dark fruity aromas color this initial picture so incredibly authentically that I must admit I have never encountered anything like it before.
After this introduction, it doesn't take long for the beautifully blended ouds to integrate with their dark woodiness. A generous portion of vintage Irian Jaya oud and the namesake Hailam Kilam was likely used. A rare Hainan oud that interacts perfectly with the full force of the musk.
Finally, a few floral-sweet arrangements and vintage Mysore sandalwood round off the entire composition, making it wonderfully wearable. The longevity is, of course, high due to the precious and valuable, as well as rare raw materials, as is the price. But that is another topic and logically to be factored in with EO.
Definitely high-end
Maximally authentic
Potentially addictive
Help, I am lost and so is my wallet :))
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The Girl with the Scarf
“Sir, Sir!”, called a fragile voice after the noble gentleman, who was maneuvering quickly through the icy winter evening. “You’ve lost something, so please wait.”
It was just before Christmas, and the country was firmly caught in the grip of a grim and painfully long winter. The year 1946 brought the coldest season of the 20th century, exacerbated by a second wave of frost that began in December, even colder than the first. The country bore the scars of the recently ended war, and hope as well as confidence were scarce.
Nevertheless, there were those small, light-filled moments to bring back the long-missed humanity…
The man paused, turned around, and saw a young girl standing before him. The wind whipped relentlessly and soullessly through the streets that evening, and it was hard not to lose one’s bearings amidst the swirling snow.
“I believe this is your scarf,” said the girl in a shivering voice. “Oh yes, how could I have lost it?” the man replied kindly, visibly grateful to the girl for pointing out the loss of his scarf. “The scarf means a lot to me,” he explained to her. “I received it a long time ago as a gift from my daughter. She made it herself!” He looked at the piece of fabric with pride, which was capable of taming the unspeakable cold a little.
It almost seemed as if the meeting of the two was fated. The girl was terribly cold and was struggling to cope with the harsh conditions. So the man handed her back the scarf, saying, “You know, Christmas is coming soon. That’s why I want to give you this scarf, which is so precious to me.”
He bent down to the girl to wrap the cloth around her. Just at that moment, the girl could perceive the scent of the scarf. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly found herself in her thoughts on a beautiful, warm-spiced forest clearing.
There was no trace of the cold anymore! Staying in this clearing, she was surrounded by the soothing, earthy aromas of the soft forest floor. The mighty trees swayed gently in the wind, releasing the scent of the finest woods. The woods were so intense, dark, and pure that they seemed to absorb the climbing and glittering mosses clinging to the tree trunks with their majesty. Above the steaming forest floor, the delicate smoke of the emerging day wafted softly and wistfully. The sunlight reflected a thousand times in the resin of the trees, which dripped like pearls into the lush earth, to enter into a symbiosis with the woody-mossy aromas of the forest for eternity…
Although dark and distinguished, the scent of the scarf conveyed a feeling of safety and security. When she opened her eyes again, she thought to herself: “So this is what a Monsieur smells like.”
With a gentle nod, the noble gentleman bid farewell and disappeared into the cold of the night. The roaring snowflakes sparkled through the light of the street lamps like glittering diamonds, and in the distance, the girl spotted a conical, cedar-like silhouette. It was the fragrant aura of the Monsieur, shimmering greenish-blue and moving along wooden paths, pointing the way to a more hopeful and better future.
The girl was deeply touched by this moment, and in her heart, she became aware:
“We can only change the future if we start in the present…”
It was just before Christmas, and the country was firmly caught in the grip of a grim and painfully long winter. The year 1946 brought the coldest season of the 20th century, exacerbated by a second wave of frost that began in December, even colder than the first. The country bore the scars of the recently ended war, and hope as well as confidence were scarce.
Nevertheless, there were those small, light-filled moments to bring back the long-missed humanity…
The man paused, turned around, and saw a young girl standing before him. The wind whipped relentlessly and soullessly through the streets that evening, and it was hard not to lose one’s bearings amidst the swirling snow.
“I believe this is your scarf,” said the girl in a shivering voice. “Oh yes, how could I have lost it?” the man replied kindly, visibly grateful to the girl for pointing out the loss of his scarf. “The scarf means a lot to me,” he explained to her. “I received it a long time ago as a gift from my daughter. She made it herself!” He looked at the piece of fabric with pride, which was capable of taming the unspeakable cold a little.
It almost seemed as if the meeting of the two was fated. The girl was terribly cold and was struggling to cope with the harsh conditions. So the man handed her back the scarf, saying, “You know, Christmas is coming soon. That’s why I want to give you this scarf, which is so precious to me.”
He bent down to the girl to wrap the cloth around her. Just at that moment, the girl could perceive the scent of the scarf. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly found herself in her thoughts on a beautiful, warm-spiced forest clearing.
There was no trace of the cold anymore! Staying in this clearing, she was surrounded by the soothing, earthy aromas of the soft forest floor. The mighty trees swayed gently in the wind, releasing the scent of the finest woods. The woods were so intense, dark, and pure that they seemed to absorb the climbing and glittering mosses clinging to the tree trunks with their majesty. Above the steaming forest floor, the delicate smoke of the emerging day wafted softly and wistfully. The sunlight reflected a thousand times in the resin of the trees, which dripped like pearls into the lush earth, to enter into a symbiosis with the woody-mossy aromas of the forest for eternity…
Although dark and distinguished, the scent of the scarf conveyed a feeling of safety and security. When she opened her eyes again, she thought to herself: “So this is what a Monsieur smells like.”
With a gentle nod, the noble gentleman bid farewell and disappeared into the cold of the night. The roaring snowflakes sparkled through the light of the street lamps like glittering diamonds, and in the distance, the girl spotted a conical, cedar-like silhouette. It was the fragrant aura of the Monsieur, shimmering greenish-blue and moving along wooden paths, pointing the way to a more hopeful and better future.
The girl was deeply touched by this moment, and in her heart, she became aware:
“We can only change the future if we start in the present…”
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Evening Glimmer over the Rooftops of Florence
The brightly sharpened evening red lets the last rays of the sun roll through the ancient Florentine streets. The bustling and hectic activity of the day gives way to Italian calmness, and the approaching evening lays itself like a warm-spicy veil over the once pulsating and lively alleys of the city.
A bar around the corner exudes the irresistible scent of freshly ground coffee, impossible to escape this elegance, inviting one to linger a little and enjoy the end of the day.
The cobblestones, worn over many decades, shine and shimmer through the setting sun's rays as if coated with a layer of resin, making the heat of the departing day shimmer and flicker above the ground like a wavering carpet. From the opposite tabaccheria, the smell of juicy tobacco wafts out onto the street, vying for attention alongside the coffee aromas. Somewhere in the distance, "I Maschi" by Gianna Nannini plays, and the beautifully adorned, ancient wooden facades of the houses are entwined with rooty and creaky grasses, as if they wish to be kissed once more by the last rays of the setting sun.
At the very top, on the rooftops of the city, a pair of roses close their cups and greet the earthy shadows of the night…
**
For me, "Little Song" begins exactly where other fragrances, such as Ambre Tabac or Herod, which also feature the theme of tobacco, leave off. Elegant and strong, expressive and at least extraordinary, I would describe this fragrance by Meo Fusciuni.
However, this fragrance is not an explicit tobacco scent. It is rather the incredibly interesting transformation that this fragrance is capable of undergoing. While the opening is still characterized by a certain sharpness and relatively short-lasting freshness from the bergamot, a wonderful coffee note quickly takes over the stage. This is definitely freshly ground Italian coffee, not brewed or even coffee grounds.
This fundamental tone remains essentially throughout the entire fragrance development; however, after a certain time, the intensity of the coffee fades or is complemented by a sublime tobacco aroma, which fits the style of the fragrance exceptionally well and makes it appear extremely harmonious.
Italian elegance par excellence!
When these two components then enter into a lasting symbiosis, creaky and earthy vetiver roots emerge, giving the fragrance a woody, slightly earthy touch.
Sensibly integrated resins fix the scent and allow for a certain leeway to differentiate and perceive the components better as the wearer!
In the end, it should be mentioned that the rose indeed stands on the rooftops. For me, it is hardly noticeable and, if so, in no way disturbing.
Meo Fusciuni has created a truly exciting piece with "Little Song," which is definitely worth testing, if only for the complexity of the fragrance development. The label has already convinced me many times and reaffirms my opinion with this specimen once again.
As some of his works also move strongly in the experimental realm, this one can be attested excellent wearability. The longevity also leaves nothing to be desired with several hours, even if the little song resonates more closely to its wearer after about 3 hours…
A bar around the corner exudes the irresistible scent of freshly ground coffee, impossible to escape this elegance, inviting one to linger a little and enjoy the end of the day.
The cobblestones, worn over many decades, shine and shimmer through the setting sun's rays as if coated with a layer of resin, making the heat of the departing day shimmer and flicker above the ground like a wavering carpet. From the opposite tabaccheria, the smell of juicy tobacco wafts out onto the street, vying for attention alongside the coffee aromas. Somewhere in the distance, "I Maschi" by Gianna Nannini plays, and the beautifully adorned, ancient wooden facades of the houses are entwined with rooty and creaky grasses, as if they wish to be kissed once more by the last rays of the setting sun.
At the very top, on the rooftops of the city, a pair of roses close their cups and greet the earthy shadows of the night…
**
For me, "Little Song" begins exactly where other fragrances, such as Ambre Tabac or Herod, which also feature the theme of tobacco, leave off. Elegant and strong, expressive and at least extraordinary, I would describe this fragrance by Meo Fusciuni.
However, this fragrance is not an explicit tobacco scent. It is rather the incredibly interesting transformation that this fragrance is capable of undergoing. While the opening is still characterized by a certain sharpness and relatively short-lasting freshness from the bergamot, a wonderful coffee note quickly takes over the stage. This is definitely freshly ground Italian coffee, not brewed or even coffee grounds.
This fundamental tone remains essentially throughout the entire fragrance development; however, after a certain time, the intensity of the coffee fades or is complemented by a sublime tobacco aroma, which fits the style of the fragrance exceptionally well and makes it appear extremely harmonious.
Italian elegance par excellence!
When these two components then enter into a lasting symbiosis, creaky and earthy vetiver roots emerge, giving the fragrance a woody, slightly earthy touch.
Sensibly integrated resins fix the scent and allow for a certain leeway to differentiate and perceive the components better as the wearer!
In the end, it should be mentioned that the rose indeed stands on the rooftops. For me, it is hardly noticeable and, if so, in no way disturbing.
Meo Fusciuni has created a truly exciting piece with "Little Song," which is definitely worth testing, if only for the complexity of the fragrance development. The label has already convinced me many times and reaffirms my opinion with this specimen once again.
As some of his works also move strongly in the experimental realm, this one can be attested excellent wearability. The longevity also leaves nothing to be desired with several hours, even if the little song resonates more closely to its wearer after about 3 hours…
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Ryu - The Forest Dragon
With a peppery thunderclap, it opens the eyes wide. Ryū, the forest dragon, lives at the other end of the night. It was probably the orange blossom falling through the shadow of the night that whispered to him about the appearance of the intruders. Enshrouded in legend and as a master over the forces of nature, he has lived since the dawn of time in the dark forest of Badashan. But for this gathering, for this final great challenge, he needs all his powers…
Like sharp pine needles
Ethereal sharp splendor
His eyes shine in the darkness of the night
Over steaming forest ground
Waving misty clouds of green
Smoldering fiery smoke
In the ancient wooden maw
Makes him magically shine
The legendary dragon
So that his leather-tanned scales
Offer him protection from the enemy troops
Ryū means dragon. In Japanese mythology, they are considered legendary, mystical creatures and are usually associated with qualities such as power, strength, determination, wisdom, and courage.
Jordi Fernández has excellently succeeded in bringing a Ryū to life through his olfactory interpretation. Right from the extremely dynamic opening, one feels the intensity of this fragrance. Primarily in green tones, an impressive peppery mélange leads the ride on the dragon at the beginning. One must surrender a bit to this play with the senses and allow this punch, as otherwise, the intensity could drive less experienced noses away. However, since we are dealing with a dragon, the theme is fully and consensually captured.
This intro is replaced or complemented by deep green and beautifully woody notes and facets. It creates the impression of floating above a woody, earthy forest floor. A mist that wafts over the skin, driven by the powerful peppery claws of the dragon. Everywhere it steams ethereally and green, one descends deeper and deeper into the forest and soon finds oneself hopelessly lost.
The interplay of the individual components is delicately balanced, and thus the dragon drives one ever forward, allowing one to precisely perceive the smoke emanating from the leathery scales, and the image of the forest dragon completes itself venerably. With his long claws, he has scratched countless trees, from which pure and soft resin flows, framing the scent wonderfully.
Drakon embodies for me one of the most beautiful and intense forest scents ever. For a long time, I have been captivated by the dragon through samples and decants. I could never completely escape his magic, which is why he now has a permanent place in my collection.
The intensity and especially the longevity are outstanding. Drakon is not an everyday scent; its complexity makes it too special for that. But at the right time in the right place, it is an absolute dream. Those who can be excited about such things will experience a true specialty with Drakon and will surely let themselves be carried away by the dragon through the forest here and there…
"It takes courage to fight the dragon" (Oliver Stone)
Like sharp pine needles
Ethereal sharp splendor
His eyes shine in the darkness of the night
Over steaming forest ground
Waving misty clouds of green
Smoldering fiery smoke
In the ancient wooden maw
Makes him magically shine
The legendary dragon
So that his leather-tanned scales
Offer him protection from the enemy troops
Ryū means dragon. In Japanese mythology, they are considered legendary, mystical creatures and are usually associated with qualities such as power, strength, determination, wisdom, and courage.
Jordi Fernández has excellently succeeded in bringing a Ryū to life through his olfactory interpretation. Right from the extremely dynamic opening, one feels the intensity of this fragrance. Primarily in green tones, an impressive peppery mélange leads the ride on the dragon at the beginning. One must surrender a bit to this play with the senses and allow this punch, as otherwise, the intensity could drive less experienced noses away. However, since we are dealing with a dragon, the theme is fully and consensually captured.
This intro is replaced or complemented by deep green and beautifully woody notes and facets. It creates the impression of floating above a woody, earthy forest floor. A mist that wafts over the skin, driven by the powerful peppery claws of the dragon. Everywhere it steams ethereally and green, one descends deeper and deeper into the forest and soon finds oneself hopelessly lost.
The interplay of the individual components is delicately balanced, and thus the dragon drives one ever forward, allowing one to precisely perceive the smoke emanating from the leathery scales, and the image of the forest dragon completes itself venerably. With his long claws, he has scratched countless trees, from which pure and soft resin flows, framing the scent wonderfully.
Drakon embodies for me one of the most beautiful and intense forest scents ever. For a long time, I have been captivated by the dragon through samples and decants. I could never completely escape his magic, which is why he now has a permanent place in my collection.
The intensity and especially the longevity are outstanding. Drakon is not an everyday scent; its complexity makes it too special for that. But at the right time in the right place, it is an absolute dream. Those who can be excited about such things will experience a true specialty with Drakon and will surely let themselves be carried away by the dragon through the forest here and there…
"It takes courage to fight the dragon" (Oliver Stone)
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