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......the experience I am having at the moment. I have brought this almost forgotten scent child back to life once again and.... and I am enchanted by what this composition offers and the images it evokes in me.
An analytical sniffing to capture the fragrance pyramid is out of the question, as it would only prevent my access to the cinema palace in my mind.

It feels as if I am walking in a landscape that is slowly leaving behind a particularly hot and dry summer. Gradually, the air in the first cooled nights finally reveals a hint of minty moisture. In the dusted light, more color nuances appear in the landscape again…. Oh, they had only survived during the summer through the glaring summer light in muted powderiness...

But I am not in a film, why else could I smell… the rugged stones, lichens, clumps of sage with small inconspicuous flowers exude a fantastic scent that rises to my nose and uncovers more images from my Arkasha memory. ……a very fine soap that my grandmother had for handwashing in a bowl outside by the summer kitchen………. a barely visible path stretches for what feels like an hour towards the settlement … the bunch of wild sage in my hand takes on a resinous grip… I carry a stiff leather bag on my arm, filled with something. Particularly selected pieces of lichen that I had collected lie inside… revived by this first dew of the night, they now possess a special healing effect … at home, I will infuse them in almond oil, together with echinacea…. Immortelle… sage and other skin-nourishing ingredients. The aging of the skin is significantly slowed down with this oil….

Thus, the night is, in this sense, a simple and very honest natural scent. The creation only deals with ingredients that the nature of a specific region provides, which I locate rather far in the south on the Balkan. It makes no claim to have processed particularly rare ingredients. Fortunately, the composition stands out from the mainstream overall.
For me, it is more of a men’s fragrance that suits a man who has something to do with his own land. For all I care, it could be someone who has lived in the city for a long time and found his happiness there, but still likes to return to his old estates left to him by his ancestors.

As so often when I am there, my fragrance living room at Beck triggers my desire to buy. I wouldn’t have even looked at YS-UZAC if a consultant hadn’t shown me this newcomer a few years ago. The bottle is not really my thing, too unglamorous.
The sillage is restrained, but the scent lasts for hours in a quiet yet steady intensity, not breaking down into individual components but gradually fading away……….

....as I kept giving it to her over and over again.
No, no, no........ don’t be negative, it’s great.

At first, it’s wonderfully refreshing, green, herbal, and still a bit ... without having any idea of where it’s going. I realize that this seems quite unusual in the context of Oud, tonka bean, and incense. These often start with fresh ingredients, where you can already sense at the entrance that the party is in full swing further down.
Mace provides a subtle spiciness, but without making you suspect at the beginning of the story that you might end up with gentlemen who have to play chess in one of the city parks until they can pick up their vintage cars from maintenance (what a dreadful thought, a vintage car these days). The top note merely rounds itself off, and the olfactory brain turns contentedly towards new scents. Knowing that this is not all there is. There’s more to come….

Ahhhh, the initial aldehyde accord has been there all along, diligently contributing to the plot. From now on, a floral poem is noted, very lyrical, but not epic, rather in bouquet form. Nowadays, one would call it a poetry slam. Man, if the wrappings were discovered by the poetry slammers, Zadig&Voltaire would be history in an instant.
After some time, the flowers settle on leather and moss, and the real affair can begin with patchouli, as they drift on their cedarwood raft, further down the aldehyde stream towards the delta, but that is still a long way off ………

First of all...
So here I am, having innocently been browsing the web three weeks ago in search of an exquisite myrrh perfume...

Since then, I've been reading through this community almost every day, totally captivated by the brilliant comments, wonderfully talented storytellers, and descriptions of fragrances. I am completely blown away by you fragrance maniacs and so happy to find so many sisters and brothers in spirit. I've been to the souk as well.

Now, let's talk about Chypre Rouge, a fragrance that joined my collection over 15 years ago, after my Guerlain phase was replaced by the Serge Lutens phase.
CR was the 5th or 6th fragrance from Lutens and turned out to be a total mispurchase upon my second use. I found the fresh top notes appealing, but where is the beeswax and honey, the very reason I bought it? Instead, a progressively strange, indefinable scent developed, standing like a wall, as if blocking my way to honey and beeswax…. Until it dawned on me: it’s licorice, a wall of licorice, for heaven's sake, they put licorice in the perfume... Help, that’s how licorice smells.
The frustrating taste of my childhood. I never understood why people could be addicted to licorice. The sweetness of licorice was the most off-putting, frustrating, and exhausting childhood experience among all candies. An aunt used to bring us this terrible "bear dung," as it’s also called here, once a year from the USA, beaming with joy.

But! Thanks to this community, I pulled out this unloved scent child from my perfume cabinet three hours ago after so many years and first just sniffed the cap. One becomes more relaxed and generous in the assessment of everything over the years… Okay. Just a little spray on the back of my hand and waited.
Well, what can I say, the licorice scent is no longer as annoying as it was 15 years ago. In fact, it has mellowed with age and integrates into something larger, something different. The longer I sniff, the more harmonious and rounded the perfume becomes. It seems to me today that the floral notes of jasmine effortlessly unite all components and bring them into harmony. Okay, I can agree with that. Although I still miss the honey and beeswax, that’s not what matters to me today.

Sure, the fragrance has a real body and it is fully present right after spraying. At the latest here, the scent decides who will be its friend or foe. This perfume chooses you and not the other way around….

I bought it immediately and…. yes, then it sat in my collection for a year until a very good friend visited me and I sprayed it on her......yeeeeeeeees, there it was again, that insane body.

The composition is absolutely successful, the individual layers starting at the top flow into each other like a slowly meandering old river, down to the base, allowing all the fragrance components to shine. You start the game of sniffing anew every half hour and experience over several hours the maturation of what I consider to be a perfume jewel for specialists.

Interestingly, it had drawn in a completely surprising layer that only emerged during a visit from my sister in the Freiburg area. A wonderful smoky accord, probably from the black vanilla. We tried to explain it to ourselves by saying that the Freiburg area is significantly lower than Munich, where a different air pressure prevails???? Back home in Munich, the smoky accord is no longer perceivable for me.

A few days ago, I happened to stop by Birkholz in Oberpollinger in Munich. Premium fragrances from Germany always interest me particularly. After some sniffing, the lady there said she had a scent that would suit me. She showed me Lady Cannabis.

Well, what can I say, the lady seems to have an excellent eye for a true lady. The name of the perfume reminded me of my youth, which I partly spent in the “Age of Aquarius” movement. Although I embody a true lady today, I have always remained wild and free at heart.
The scent, a true revelation. A beautiful, elegant, feminine fragrance that continues softly and finely nuanced from the very beginning. Neroli and tea notes with a hint of blonde tobacco remain subtle, cool-scented, and attractive. Only the slightly herbal note, however, makes it something special. But only a connoisseur would be able to identify it as the scent of good grass.