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A fragrance story
Appley-pear, basically almost liqueurish, that's how this jewel of fragrance opens up to me. This pleasure lasts less than half a minute before the next one follows. A bitter impact joins in and takes the liqueur something from the scent tissue. I have already noticed that this is once again one of those rare cases in which the test spray on skin and cloth is absolutely identical. Within the first minute, Wisal Dhahab is already going through several stages and is becoming increasingly rosier without really being a rose scent, flowerier without really being a flowery scent and softwood without becoming too wood-heavy. Everything is skilfully linked together like the threads in an artistically manufactured tapestry. Each of these fibres sits exactly where it should and contributes to the Gesamtkunstwerk. Each piece of yarn helps in its own way to carry the story woven into the carpet into the souls of its viewers and to tell them. Here I am almost certain that if one had omitted a note in the composition, the whole scent would not come close to his narrative. She'd go off the rails and collapse. Like in the middle of a story, you just stop talking and go. But thanks to outstanding perfumers' art, the tangible love and passion to create pleasures and unique fragrances, Wisal Dhahab has created a colorful, exciting, pleasurable and loving fragrance that can tell its anecdotes with a single breath all day long, without getting tired of them. In the end, slowly heading for the final word, some patchouli and musk flicker in the fable before it finally exhales itself long after its beginning and melts in the air. Somehow I have the feeling that even there there is still a residual microfine breath to be heard. Like a memory that still flashes briefly in our consciousness even after we have experienced it. This gentle recalling of memories really makes me want to listen to and enjoy the fragrance story of Wisal Dhahab over and over again.