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An agarwood/Violet/Orris combo that immediately connects your senses with the color blue and purple. The oud, present in a generous dose, has classic traits of some Malaysian specimens with the buzzy, peppery opening and plum-, grape-like dry down with a backbone of orris-like rooty powder. And these aspects of oud are so perfectly and seamlessly accentuated with orris and violet(with violet being very prominent throughout its life), that without intensely "listening" to the notes and trying to discern them, they all feel like the one and the same. I have tried Hunayn's other offerings in the past and none has truly impressed me thus far, but I do believe that Purple Majestic is an olfactory triumph. This composition perhaps breaks the conventions of the traditional perfumery, but it sure paints a technicolor picture of the best representation of the color purple in this medium. Bravo.

Comparing this to the original Oud Zen, bothe are largely the same, but Oud Zhen is missing that smooth, roasted almond nuttiness with a bit of booze that extended ever so naturally into a chocolatey finish. That whole unique accord is what is so alluring and gorgeous about Oud Zen so I am disappointed to find that aspect is largely missing from this iteration. Also the smoke in Oud Zhen is not as nuanced and it just takes the front seat right from the get go, which masks all the other beautiful aspects of oud used here. I would almost describe Oud Zen as a sort of a unique gourmand scent, but Oud Zhen simply lacks that complexity. While Oud Zhen is not a weak performer by any means, the performance took a hit too, as half a spray of Oud Zen will last all day and then some, while Oud Zhen requires at least two full sprays to achieve the same longevity and sillage. Smelling these side by side on my skin at this moment, I really think that conception of Oud Zen was sort of a happy accident or a fluke, and I need to count my blessings for having a bottle that I can enjoy because once it's gone, nothing will be able to replicate it's unique, serendipitous beauty, not even if Russian Adam tried harder.

Opening a vial of Ghazali Vintage for the first time is like going back to your childhood and opening your mother's small, antique jewelry chest that has been stored away for years. You unlatch the weathered brass lock in the front and open the lid of the chest with creaky metal hinges to discover some precious heirlooms on a bed of smooth red velvet lining. Among the items found within the chest are jewelry passed down within the family, petals of dried red and white roses and a small leather bound notebook. You carefully pick up and inspect each item with veneration, while the scent of musty wooden chest, its antique contents and the glinting dusts in the air tickles your nose. There is a story here, within these items, that triggers melancholia.

Ghazali Vintage is an ode to antiquity that brings forth reverence, contemplation and remembrance. Muted roses, melange of spices, warm fuzziness of wool tincture and leathery, earthy aged civet all unifies to tell a singular narrative on a bed of Elkhaldi's Ghazali base, which becomes more prominent as the scents settles after many hours. It is not necessary to break the composition down to individual notes here, nor should you, really: The materials are structured to mingle together and elicit emotional and mnemonic response. I recommend removing yourself from your concerns, doing a swipe of Ghazali Vintage and let the flow of once lost memories envelope you in an introspection.

I have been obsessed with this fragrance(and Meo Fusciuni in general) and like some other commenters here, I am not even a tuberose person. This obsession might have to do with the fact that I am a certified patchouli fiend, and indeed, patchouli in this one makes this fragrance work; bridging the florals and woods, grounding everything in its brooding earthiness and animalics. Odor 93 is equally a patchouli fragrance as much as it is a tuberose one, and it uses the same gorgeous patchouli that the perfumer utilised in his other creation, Narcotico, which is Odor 93's darker sibling. Most of Meo Fusciuni's fragrances evokes emotions and triggers specific memories. In the case of Odor 93, the memories are that of a fantastical setting where such evocative scents are carried in the wind and you follow it to find a bed of flowers with curious, unworldly colors.

I like this. I heat oud chips regularly on a gentle burner and whenever I purchase an oud oil, that gentle, sweet, resinous allure is what I look for, which is hard to replicate in oil or sprayable formats. But this bottle does that quite well. There is absolutely zero barn or challenging notes here, just a simple, clean smell of agarwood with bit of wet soil notes surrounding it. There is also a bit of Chinese medicine/herbal notes that comes through which provides a calming sensation.