Mrtangiers

Circa 900 A.D. in present-day Norway:

Before me lay a lake, wrapped in dense fog, shimmering blue. I could hardly make out the opposite shore, but I believed I could see a small settlement. Clearly relieved, hoping for a warm place to sleep and a small meal, I continued my arduous journey through the thick forest. I had been wandering in this impenetrable sea of firs and spruces for days, but an end to this journey seemed finally within reach. This forest resembled none I had seen up to that day and would ever see again. Dense, ancient conifers as far as the eye could see. The ground was covered in green moss, and the sun rarely found its way through the thicket. I oriented myself by the barely discernible coastline of the lake and continued my odyssey. I fancied I could already smell the smoking chimneys of the village, so I was on the right path. Many hours after I first caught sight of the settlement from a distance, the forest slowly began to clear. It couldn't be far now; anticipation grew. The smoke in my nose became stronger, and in the distance, I could already make out the edge of the village. After days of torment, I finally left the last tree behind me, and before me lay the village, burned down and abandoned.


Masterpiece.

If you want to hang out with Matsukita (or more), you have to take her out. She is not satisfied with any boring movie nights on the couch or lukewarm food from the local delivery service. Matsukita likes to dress elegantly, visit high-end restaurants, wander around museums, or travel the world to learn about other cultures.

The first time you met her was in a small fishing village on the Italian Riviera. There, she sat in a chic café under blooming bergamot trees, sipping a cold mate tea. Your eyes met briefly, and your interest was piqued.
You gathered all your courage and approached her. At first, she seemed disinterested, but soon a beautiful, profound conversation developed. From this conversation, you planned a joint outing for the next day. You headed to the nearby, beautiful Provence. There, you took a long walk through jasmine fields and picturesque coastal towns. Your journey led you in the evening to a nearby little forest, past tall firs and freshly cut trees. It was there that you really got to know and love her (or perhaps just the idea of her?).

Scent impression:
After a long dry spell with Clive Christian (which can be well understood based on some past and upcoming statements), this beautiful fragrance came under my nose. It opens with a naturally citrusy bergamot and refreshing mate tea. Then a fresh jasmine note unfolds, completely without indole, and a light woodiness. The drydown is characterized by a woody, fir-like freshness, freshly cut woods, and creamy musk clouds. In my view, Clive Christian has delivered a wonderful woody-floral, slightly dry modern chypre here, which never indulges in the vintage opulence of other representatives of this category.
This fragrance is listed as unisex by the manufacturer, and of course anyone can wear it, regardless of gender. For me, however, it clearly leans towards a feminine direction, without being a typical women's fragrance.

Finally, I would like to thank NeverPerfect for the testing opportunity and thank everyone who has read my text :)