Stale citrus in a good way, with soft resins
Opens with a mix of citruses. Nothing fresh about this citrus: it's stale, fullbodied and musty. Pine comes through and becomes softly resinous with a slight warm-bitterness.
Weakens a bit but becomes more complex at the same time. Dries down to a classic vetiver-musk, which I am normally not a fan of, but here there is some fir and cedar which gives it a bit more body and a balsamic touch.
hard mint soft mushroom
Earthy vetiver and piercing old-school mint, bright and light. I expected this to be way darker and weightier. The mint goes to anise and becomes more subtle. Then becoming slightly warmer very slight mushroom. I don't get the damp forest floor others described. I hoped for a lively rotting hummus-rich soil, which when you step on it cushions. No, just a boring soft faint vetiver drydown. More earthy/spicy than green.
Fougère that pictures a man rather than a forest
Manly quality fougère. Not really forest like. For the vain well groomed man. Man, man, man, man, man, man, man. Too much of a man-cliche for my metroman cliche self. Smelled this in the wild quite often and often it did not fit. Don't know what makes that you could rock this, but masculine personality + masculine scent = a bit much. But I dropped math quite early on so I might be wrong.
[vintage version]
Anthroposophic store
Herbal like an anthroposophic store selling wooden toys in the 90s. It also has that powdery vibe of spiritual stores selling candles, crystals, rocks and minerals. It's clean and musky at the same time. Becomes a clean spa scent after an hour. The herbs are gone. Too clean for me but definitely a quality fragrance.
Dense rotting moss flower flute in nature
Incredibly dense, mossy. Rotting flowers stored in a dusty wooden shed. There is rococo chair with worn out velours. When you sit on it, the dust floats into the sunbeams. There is a horn gramaphone with only two records: Joel Vandroogenbroek's 'Images of Flute in Nature' and Summoning's 'South Away'.
Deep, musty, warm, green, dry. Then hay with flower. Subtle mysterious inscence, resin. Goes through many stages. A natural journey-fragrance. Hated it as first, but have come to love this hopelessly romantic travel.
I see a forest, now a creek in a meadow. Suddenly it's incredibly damp, now it's dry. You picture magical landscapes or scenes which never really reveal themselves. And that's the great thing about this perfume: you can never really catch them.
