MossGreen

"Pooh... that smells like my mother's closet! What kind of Hippiemurks is that then?" were the first, quite unprofessional words, you slipped me, before I knew it, after the first sprayer on my wrist.
"Have you bought incense again? You know that I can't stand it," it sounded at me not two minutes later, reproachfully and no less unimpressed, from the hallway.
I answered "Banause" matt...I didn't have anything to say against it, and I wasn't allowed to award justice to my dearest husband in this context, that would only encourage him to further unqualified and unsolicited comments in the future.

But I didn't want to give up too quickly. This seemed to be quite a popular fragrance in my memory and although it rarely influences me, as everyone has their own subjective perception, I decided to get to the bottom of this good evaluation and to analyse the fragrance without any bias
Why do I have to think about my mother? The lady is an enthusiastic and regular Ebay buyer of "authentic and natural" fragrance oil extracts from all Culeur, but preferably sandalwood and patchouli.
A greyish, sticky dark brown mass in small, kitschy bottles, freshly applied to the wearer (and the whole environment) and long after put into a state which I can benevolently call mental derangement with slight shortness of breath
Combined with various incense cones from strange Christmas market stalls and cute "fragrant" rosewood balls, a cacophony exudes from her wardrobe that occasionally makes the senses stagger.
So where are the parallels here? I concentrate and can clearly perceive sandalwood and rose, interwoven, spanned (or rather crowned?) by a spice, which I cannot assign, since I have dealt with it so far still little.
Meanwhile, since the wummsige and associationsverleidette start something has calmed down, I feel this smell as quite pleasant, slightly sharp-spicy and for my feeling somewhat heavy
Even beautiful...if that's the smell of a hippie shop, then that of a high-quality boutique with goods made of sustainably grown linen and hemp, of course vegan, in which I would have to pay the entire next month's rent for a scarf.
In the course of time it gets warmer and woodier and I like it better and better.
I find it difficult to estimate the shelf life because the last days I tested the fragrance were very hard physical work and the results were probably falsified, but under these conditions he kept to me for a good six hours.

I will keep my bottling and certainly turn to this fragrance even more often, because it somehow appeals to me and is interesting.

I wouldn't call him fresh at all, by the way.

Now I can no longer avoid...I tigerte like a restless animal around the woody scents, looking desperately for something that brings the fire in me to blaze again.
Enthusiastically I found beautiful scents, disappointed they let me take distance again after a few days.
And yet the longed-for sample lay all the time in my small "Still testing" tin.

The description sounded interesting, as well as the comments, but I expected me not too much..smoke, resin and whiskey.... sounds cool, I test times.

Then it came on the skin, on a damp cold spring morning, which promised to be a warm day.
What's that? A campfire! Freshly lit with the highest quality wood, long and extensively dried, without smoke, birch! Burns wonderfully crackling and effective.
I love the smell of campfires, although I used to be ashamed to smell like a forest rascal and the jacket had to go in the wash.
However, as we all know, one matures into what one is to become one day and now I find myself again, blown away, taken with a smoky authentic woody scent....no ham and no smoked fish...fire! Wonderful campfire.
Wow.... taken with this lifelike visualization of an energetic event, I revelled in the scent, letting it overwhelm me and carry me back to times when life was still okay, you were shallowly tipsy, relaxed and overjoyed sharing beautiful moments and evenings with trusted people, with fire, warmth and freedom.

A GOOD keyword..freedom...if this had a smell, it would be Bois D'Ascèse. Wildness, exuberance, carefree and at the same time relaxed gentleness and generosity.
I wrapped myself in this fragrance for the first time before a day of work that promised to be quite exhausting. 10 hours in the open air, wrapped in crowds of people who want to be advised and noticed.
I could not have looked for a better companion.
Reliably supported me this wild and at the same time gentle brew and let me become the best I can be that day.
I gave away my wares to those who might need it and did not allow myself to be unsettled by those who spray venom around at every opportunity.
A suit of armor? Maybe... but I feel much more completed by this fragrance, as if it provided the support for the fire that is inherent in each of us. It is definitely in full harmony with mine.
The smoke retreated, leaving behind, instead of scorched earth, a fertile, spicy soil, habitat for woody plants and herbs of all kinds.
In this phase, the fragrance nestled against me like a second skin, merged with what I had experienced and intertwined with me to form a dignified figure that knows what it wants...how could I not understand this for all these years?
Self-awareness...in the deepest sense of the meaning of that word. Not ego, rather the awareness of who you are, where you want to go and what you want, what you want to put up with and what exceeds your limits.

The base is the most beautiful thing about this fragrance. Grounding, cleansing, warm and comforting.
Somehow, Bois d 'ascèse makes me think, take a step back and turn to myself.
It may be presumptuous to assign this yet quite powerful effect to a fragrance alone, and I'm not saying that he alone is responsible for it.
But sometimes people just need a little push, a tong on the scale, a drop that makes the barrel overflow, another arbitrary metaphor.....
And for me, Naomi Goodsir has done just that with this creation.

I usually keep myself quite factual in my comments, but here I leave this to more experienced noses and content myself with the description of my subjective impressions, which have touched me very much.
An erlebnisduft, which I do not wear, because I find him too bad for my disdainful everyday life. But the experience remains with me forever.

I can't help it. Although citus and olfactory combinations are completely new territory for me, I have to add my unqualified mustard.
What's the matter with you? Versatility and a wonderful experience. That's exactly what I'm looking for in a scent to be fascinated by.
This fragrance surprised me and showed me about the time of testing (I need at least three days) several faces, which I found quite fascinating

Strangely enough, the first day with him made me think of a young colt... wild and unbridled, it blew up across the meadow in full aromatic concentrated citrus power, testing its newly recognized vitality with shimmering fur in all its facets. Slightly bitter, soft sweetness and fresh depth... is that possible? Apparently...
Before this impetuous life force threatened to run over me, the gentle power of the warm mother flower approached to catch her offspring and give him a soft, gentle scolding. Pensive and reconciled the two trotted now over the meadow at the edge of the forest and the small wild catch became more and more sleepy.
The proud cedar stallion father joined us after a few hours to make sure that everything is in order.
Calmly, nobly and gently he guarded the now sleeping citrus-robber and stroked vigilantly around his blossom lady, in order not to let the tender ending blow away too fast.
Now they are sleeping and tomorrow I can only guess that they were there.

For me a successful composition that contains an amazing harmony and works wonderfully on my skin.
Definitely unisex.
The citric chord is balanced, does not appear too sour/herbal and is beautifully captured by blossom heart and wood base.
It is not a forest scent for me, but it captures something that touches something completely different in me, and so I can confidently distance myself from my already almost dogged forest scent search and let myself in on it.
He's on my wish list now.

So...I was allowed to test this scent, from which I had hoped for a lot, now extensively (thanks at this point) and I must say, he left me a little disappointed back.
I've just made it my passion to find the most authentic forest scents.
Since the fewest are suitable for the warmer seasons, I was all the more excited about this one.
Pepper, currant... Yes, that's exactly how it smells from the beginning... Only that this currant has never seen a shrub before and the fir balm, which turns on quite soon,
only very distant something to do with fir trees.

After a short time, when I was eagerly awaiting the heart note, a slightly sour, almost bitter tone mixed into the chord, and instead of catching the slightly tangy/synthetic opening, even more high-speed notes were whirled up.
The floral note misses its mitigating use here, bobbers for my nose inexpressively and slightly sweetly into the composition and even takes the whole thing in depth, but also, and I have to say this to her credit, bitterness.

Much too late the base starts with a little warmer-softer, more woody discreet sweet... But actually not on the skin, but only in the fabric of my sweater.

This fragrance is now wonderfully harmonious and even with some imagination to classify as "woody". But I don't want a fragrance that makes the sweater, which now belongs in the laundry, smell wonderful on the sleeve.

I felt like I was standing at Douglas...freshly waffled by slightly alcoholic, wildly mixed head notes. They just don't want to resign.

Remark of my husband during his walk (unaware that I just applied a >60€ perfume): "why is everyone using the same cheap fabric softener?"

A quite straightforward experience, not bad, quite pleasant to wear but with a forest the whole thing has quite little to do. Calling the scent the soul of it almost borders on presumption.
Rather the soul of a juice spritzer with more or less natural flavors and plenty of carbon dioxide.

Too bad...

Then I dare to comment on this scent. I've been itching my fingers for days, but I just don't have the guts.

Short digression: I came to this page after years of unsuccessful perfumery tours, almost every time headache and scent overload, to finally find a scent that really touches me.
And immediately my first filling (I ordered only one) has fulfilled exactly this wish.

This smell, which envelops you from the beginning, soft, graceful and yet not too subliminal or straightforward. I had counted on the fresh astringency of saffron and ginger, but it only stuck briefly in my nose when I first sniffed it at the bottle (it will later be skillfully woven back into the composition), what struck me most in my head was miraculously a soft, not too sweet incense (no, not the one from the church), rounded off by a light, mild spiciness (I suspect sage and ginger here).
I don't really like spices in perfume, but from the beginning it's more of a spicy, juicy forest soil with a fresh breeze carrying felled trees.

And from hour to hour I had become more and more addicted to it...it became woodier, more resinous, slightly smoky, but never bitter or dry. For this purpose the ginger waved faithfully around the woods, in order to let no dust arise.
Also I never had the feeling that he drifted too much into the masculine.
After three days of testing, I can say that I absolutely must have this fragrance, because even if the heart note becomes a little too balsamic/incensey at times, the noble, velvety and at the same time crunchy base, which accompanies you overnight, compensates for every little smoking excursion to which the heart briefly kidnapped you.
My skin smells now still weakly after freshly processed noble woods and a breath of leather (not the creaky Macholeder but the beautiful, soft)
The cocoa probably helps to round everything off and tame the small corners and edges of the heart note. I did not perceive Patchouli as such, which is always quite right for me.

A work of art without synthetics, imposed sweetness or citric rashes and yet interesting to the last breath.

I would recommend it to anyone looking for an authentic, woody, discreetly smoky scent (and I don't mean the smoked ham or the tobacco, I mean the smouldering, cozy birchwood campfire, which tends to a crackling, gentle end without the need to smell bitter ash)

I have to have him anyway.