Mesarthim

The fragrance starts very nice fruity with tangerine zest and a priese black pepper, which evaporates but directly. Just as quickly as the acidity of the tangerine peel gives way to a beautiful fruit sweetness.

In the further course have Amrba and rosewood quite clearly the scepter in the hand and in the background is a light, smoky component reminiscent of incense.

The oud in this fragrance is truly occult. So well hidden that you hardly notice it.
Who expects an oud fragrance is bitterly disappointed here.

Disappointed I am unfortunately also, not because the fragrance is bad. He is even very good. The thing is only that he develops extremely quickly and everything extremely quickly Verfliegt. Close to the skin he remains some time.

What could help is just spray more. Possibly he also keeps in clothes better.
But for the price you could expect much more.
Too bad.

My second review. I am rather a friend of short, crisp statements, but the characters are simply not enough to describe this fragrance.

Upon first spraying it on, I was overwhelmed, not because I liked what I perceived so much, but because it felt like it scorched my nasal mucosa. The start is a biting, medicinal herbal blend with vetiver. At first I thought to myself. "Oh well, they just put perfume on gasoline in Russia."

Fortunately, the first shock does not last long. The biting disappears in the first two minutes. The medicinal touch lingers a little longer and I was eager to see the fragrance develop.

With "Woods in Fog", one might expect a certain lightness in the fragrance. Here, however, you have to wait some time in the course. After the medicinal note, the first thing you perceive is something that I can only describe with a figurative association: Moss-covered, damp roots - the driftwood note - digging out and through heavy, wet earth. Like a forest path just after rain with nettles growing on the left and right sides in the shade of the trees.

Then the vetiver note settles, it never quite disappears, but makes room for the smell of leather, but unlike the earth, it's not heavy and dripping wet. Maybe a little damp, but it's a scent you know. This leather-vanilla combination that is not oppressive, but very pleasant and warm. With this leather-vanilla note also happens something very interesting in the course of the fragrance. Then it comes namely the lightness that the name promises. As if the warmth of the leather and vanilla dries the ground and a vapor rises from it. The eponymous mist. A warm, slightly sweet mist, quite in contrast to the wet earth that disappears almost completely.

That's what's left in the end. Light, misty leather with vanilla and a gentle note of vetiver in the background.

The sillage of the fragrance could be a little better. The durability is good.
The fragrance is very wearable and the journey through the development of the course was nice and worth every penny.

I'll be honest, my first association with Polaris was: "Phew, it smells like beets."

But from the beginning: The top notes of pepper and bergamot evaporate extremely quickly and the cypress gradually gains the upper hand. Then it's already there! Beets! Bloody beets! Joking aside, the patchouli-ou mix gives the whole story this earthy herb, and that - to put it politely - actually already by force. That's it for the cypress. Nice to meet you.

Cedar gives the patchoud bat a certain warmth, which is nicely embedded by the vanilla and the soft leather. After all, the two have done a great job and deserve their dream on the leather-vanilla bed. The poor cypress..
The leather here is not a whip... and also no armour, or what one has otherwise so with conceptions the leather in as hard a form as possible represent. If at all, then the leather here is a pretty soft couch. The kind you sink two centimeters into when you sit on it.

In the end it becomes slightly resinous on the Imaginary Leather-Vanilla-Couch-Bed. Then, when Patch and Oud are finally sleeping. I'm not sure if it's amber or ladanum, but there's a hint.
And it stays that way... sweet spice and soft leather.

...and when you smell it, you get tired from the warmth and the security. Your eyes get heavier... and you almost forget they were there... those damn beets.