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On my skin, this one is beautiful. Spicy orange, white florals, a whole lot of magnolia, and that innocent, clean musk. But to be honest, maybe it's just a tad too feminine for me… or is it? Either way, this is my favorite! If you love Essence du Sérail by Sous Le Manteau, you’ll adore this one because it got that similar vibe and magnetism!
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Not that innocent!
Definitely not innocent. Not at all. This is a full-blown gourmand hit for colder days. Almond, rum that isn’t overly boozy but nicely balances the orange and rose, with milky and caramel undertones. The opening reminded me of Rossopompeiano by Agatho, while later stages with tonka, vanilla, almond, and caramel give off a vibe similar to Italica by Xerjoff but without tooth aching sweetness here. If Rossopompeiano and Italica had a baby, it would be called NOT INNOCENT.
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A Tale Untold
Through winter's chill, with each thrill,
Across the woods and lakes, so still,
Seven hills, my journey's song,
As I ride, feeling strong.
In a village small, I stop to rest,
To fill my belly, be my guest,
But still, I yearn for the scent,
Of incense, leather, so heaven-sent.
Your breath, a warm, fragrant mist,
Upon my skin, where memories twist,
Leather saddles, boots worn thin,
Echoes of journeys, where I've been.
Spices in the dawn's first light,
By mossy meadows, pure and bright,
Among the branches, fallen, laid,
Where we played, where we stayed.
Heavy eyes, soul seeks peace,
Tobacco's warmth, sweet release,
And in the midst of dreams I keep,
Vanilla whispers, soft and deep.
In Nimitr's realm, secrets unfold,
Incense, leather, mossy hold,
Centuries old, a tale untold,
Where fragrant memories, ever bold.
FJ
Across the woods and lakes, so still,
Seven hills, my journey's song,
As I ride, feeling strong.
In a village small, I stop to rest,
To fill my belly, be my guest,
But still, I yearn for the scent,
Of incense, leather, so heaven-sent.
Your breath, a warm, fragrant mist,
Upon my skin, where memories twist,
Leather saddles, boots worn thin,
Echoes of journeys, where I've been.
Spices in the dawn's first light,
By mossy meadows, pure and bright,
Among the branches, fallen, laid,
Where we played, where we stayed.
Heavy eyes, soul seeks peace,
Tobacco's warmth, sweet release,
And in the midst of dreams I keep,
Vanilla whispers, soft and deep.
In Nimitr's realm, secrets unfold,
Incense, leather, mossy hold,
Centuries old, a tale untold,
Where fragrant memories, ever bold.
FJ
A Perfumed Tale of Contrasts
Step into the intriguing world of MEM, where fragrant whispers weave a story of complexity and intrigue. Imagine a perfume that dances on the precipice of lavender's quintessence, yet never fully succumbs. Let me take you on a journey through its enigmatic layers.
Five Varieties of Lavender: Like a skilled conductor orchestrating a symphony, MEM blends five distinct types of lavender, but this is no lavender perfume. Lavandula augustifolia from France, along with the others, create a lavender chorus that harmonizes with other botanical notes.
A Floral Ensemble: The stage is set with the entrance of Damask rose and jasmine grandiflorum, wrapped in the sensuous embrace of ylang-ylang. Picture these blooms as the leading actors, their scents intertwining like lovers in an intricate dance.
A Malt Note Mystery: Just as the plot thickens, a bizarre malt note enters, adding intrigue to the narrative. Bourbon vanilla steps onto the stage, offering sweetness, while resins and herbs lurk in the background, casting an enigmatic shadow.
A Woody Twist: Himalayan cedar-wood enters, imbuing the scene with smoky woodiness. Grapefruit adds a fizzy honeyed touch, almost as if the perfume has a fruity secret to share.
The Essence of "MEM": Dive deeper into the name's origins, rooted in water and fertility. Like the Hebrew letter "Mem," the perfume is a palindrome, a circular tale with no clear beginning or end. It embodies both chaos and order, masculine and feminine, darkness and light.
Natural Intrigue: Castoreum and civet, natural ingredients add an exotic twist. They're the enigmatic characters, adding depth to the story.
The Supporting Cast: Jasmine grandiflorum from Egypt, Jasmine Sambac from India, rose Damascena from Bulgaria, and vanilla from Madagascar play their roles to perfection. Ylang-ylang, Bogue's signature benzoin from Thailand, Bourbon geranium from Madagascar, and lavender AOP from Haute Provence contribute their unique essence to the narrative.
MEM by Bogue Profumo is a fragrance that transcends conventional boundaries. It's a story without a clear plot, a frag without a strict category.
Five Varieties of Lavender: Like a skilled conductor orchestrating a symphony, MEM blends five distinct types of lavender, but this is no lavender perfume. Lavandula augustifolia from France, along with the others, create a lavender chorus that harmonizes with other botanical notes.
A Floral Ensemble: The stage is set with the entrance of Damask rose and jasmine grandiflorum, wrapped in the sensuous embrace of ylang-ylang. Picture these blooms as the leading actors, their scents intertwining like lovers in an intricate dance.
A Malt Note Mystery: Just as the plot thickens, a bizarre malt note enters, adding intrigue to the narrative. Bourbon vanilla steps onto the stage, offering sweetness, while resins and herbs lurk in the background, casting an enigmatic shadow.
A Woody Twist: Himalayan cedar-wood enters, imbuing the scene with smoky woodiness. Grapefruit adds a fizzy honeyed touch, almost as if the perfume has a fruity secret to share.
The Essence of "MEM": Dive deeper into the name's origins, rooted in water and fertility. Like the Hebrew letter "Mem," the perfume is a palindrome, a circular tale with no clear beginning or end. It embodies both chaos and order, masculine and feminine, darkness and light.
Natural Intrigue: Castoreum and civet, natural ingredients add an exotic twist. They're the enigmatic characters, adding depth to the story.
The Supporting Cast: Jasmine grandiflorum from Egypt, Jasmine Sambac from India, rose Damascena from Bulgaria, and vanilla from Madagascar play their roles to perfection. Ylang-ylang, Bogue's signature benzoin from Thailand, Bourbon geranium from Madagascar, and lavender AOP from Haute Provence contribute their unique essence to the narrative.
MEM by Bogue Profumo is a fragrance that transcends conventional boundaries. It's a story without a clear plot, a frag without a strict category.
Timeless beauty of a bygone era
Diving into Special No. 127 is like stepping into a vintage dream, a nod to the allure of old-fashioned eau de cologne. The robust citrus notes command attention, delivering a burst of invigorating freshness that dances alongside the subtle herbaceous and aromatic facets, creating a multi-dimensional symphony of scents.
Imagine this: as the fragrance graces your skin, the initial rush of zesty citrus is like a sunlit morning, intertwined with the soothing lavender and petitgrain that provide a touch of refined herbaceous greenery. This harmonious blend is akin to a beautifully composed melody.
However, the magic doesn't end there. As the initial zest mellows, the scent gradually evolves. Geranium, neroli and delicate florals, such as rose and ylang-ylang, emerge gracefully, painting an olfactory canvas that's both gentle and sophisticated. Now, while the heart notes may seem traditionally feminine, the fragrance effortlessly embodies the essence of a timeless gentleman.
Transitioning to the base notes, a fusion of musk and patchouli takes center stage. The musk, though not overwhelming, contributes an enigmatic depth and allure, like a whispered secret As for the patchouli goes, it's not a standout star but rather a masterful brushstroke that adds a sense of richness and complexity to the composition.
In essence, Floris London Special No. 127 is a fragrant tapestry that beautifully weaves together classic citrus notes with refined herbal undertones. It's as though the fragrance captures the elegance of yesteryears and translates it into a contemporary masterpiece. An enchanting, mature scent that resonates with those who appreciate the timeless beauty of a bygone era.
Imagine this: as the fragrance graces your skin, the initial rush of zesty citrus is like a sunlit morning, intertwined with the soothing lavender and petitgrain that provide a touch of refined herbaceous greenery. This harmonious blend is akin to a beautifully composed melody.
However, the magic doesn't end there. As the initial zest mellows, the scent gradually evolves. Geranium, neroli and delicate florals, such as rose and ylang-ylang, emerge gracefully, painting an olfactory canvas that's both gentle and sophisticated. Now, while the heart notes may seem traditionally feminine, the fragrance effortlessly embodies the essence of a timeless gentleman.
Transitioning to the base notes, a fusion of musk and patchouli takes center stage. The musk, though not overwhelming, contributes an enigmatic depth and allure, like a whispered secret As for the patchouli goes, it's not a standout star but rather a masterful brushstroke that adds a sense of richness and complexity to the composition.
In essence, Floris London Special No. 127 is a fragrant tapestry that beautifully weaves together classic citrus notes with refined herbal undertones. It's as though the fragrance captures the elegance of yesteryears and translates it into a contemporary masterpiece. An enchanting, mature scent that resonates with those who appreciate the timeless beauty of a bygone era.
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