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Huge violetty orangey sweeties and an overwhelmingly old fashioned lavendery, rosy bouquet with minty herbs piled high in a straw basket. These are strong polleny, rosy, irissy, mimosa like rich spicy flowers from an ordinary garden and not cute florals. The nose seems thrust right into the centre of the yellow polleny part in a honeyed old fashioned pot pourri style scent. There is a clean coal tar soapy aspect with the huge dried rosy flowers with a slightly rough green aspect underneath like slightly stale stem cuttings. If I'd dug this perfume out of great aunties suitcase, it would come as no surprise at all. As Fousties review says... A true homage floral perfume to what once was quite normal.

A powerful, sweet, evocative and rather strange Chypre perfume. I was a little taken aback by something overpoweringly familiar within it that I was hard pushed to identify. It is something buried deep in from my childhood that evokes thoughts of new vinyl mixed with aniseed balls, leather, powdery Palma violets, furniture polish and Vicks. Like a fennel flavoured toothpaste with herbs. It is like a familiar cough lozenge or a French breath freshener pastille that has been dropped in the earth and retrieved. The taste is sweet but parts of the earth remain. It is almost medicinally herbal, like germolene ointment and faint Vicks chest rub but with the powdery Violet sweetness and mossy gardens. Totally weird but quite compelling for some reason I have yet to fathom. I need to wear it again, but I'm unsure as to why. Very odd in a nice way.

This opens with a huge powdery cumin, coupling rudely with an enormous and indolic Jasmin of a sambac nature. The powder aspect is an enormously fat, enveloping rose that wobbles provocatively on the already warmed up bedsheets, twirling her cuminesque, spicy floral underwear. The gigantic base of musk and hyraceum remind one of the old school vintage florals meant to be applied hours before leaving. The music is on full volume, and this one is enjoying the heady nature of the newly applied and smouldering perfume cloud, whilst attending to an immaculate make up and hair. This person is wicked beyond bounds, but nearly looks polite, except the eyes give the game away, flashing with improper intent.

This is not polite kissing, this is dark and carnal desire. This is sweaty and animalic sex with the Jamine clad badass. On skin, the enormous florals balance as perfectly as a set of fine scales, but writhing indecently with the cumin, the musk and the hyraceum underneath. The powdery aspects keep the whole beastie more or less within polite bounds but they don't deceive anyone for a second. This is just not polite.

Adoration, compete adoration, but for goodness sake don't go and visit your mother in law to be, wearing this.

The uncompromising car journey in the searing heat of the day. The searingly hot asphalt hits the nose, mingling with the warm, suffocating, scorched floral shrubs of the highway. Vague hints of smoky frankfurters cooking in the far, far distance, mingle gently with the bruised and grimy oil laden roadside shrubbery. The driver stops to ask the way in the garage. A gnarled face leans into the already laden atmosphere and adds a gust of smoky breath to the steaming plasticised car interior. The driver starts the car again and the smoky, tarry heaviness is lightened by the new lighter air of dried flowers and grasses with a citrus nuance. As the open road is approached, the smokiness recedes and the grasses and flowers linger with an almost ginger, citrus nuance like the last warm rays of sunset on the dusty fields.

An interesting car journey and even more interesting that the order of ingredients seems to be in reverse with the citrus's showing at the end and not the introduction. I like the fact the Mr Han makes his perfume really tell a story and are miles away from the generic productions currently called perfumes. These are short olfactory tales being told like a novelette. They may not be necessarily in the norm for perfumes but the tale is a good accurate one.

A pleasant burst of amber, warm, spicy almost floral sweetness. A peppery aspect keeps the top dancing and sparkling on the surface of a rather heavy, gloopy, treacly, darkly faceted amber. This starts as a really promising dark floriental, but all too soon the interesting parts give up their battle to stay afloat and sink below the smooth amber surface and lie there, occasionally surfacing but then finally resign themselves to the deep amber depths. This is lovely if you like huge sweet spicy ambers but the beginning was the best bit. The drydown begins too soon and leaves a memory of the dance, but is soft and pleasant. An ambery spice like powder, with a cumin body nuance, and long lasting. There is a very slightly rubbery nuance that lingers in a sort of liquorice sweetie way. Then after a short while, an amber spicy talc. Clean and peppery.