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Notes06/15/2021
TristanKalus
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TristanKalus
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Aziz and the stranger
The honorable temple overseer had impressed upon him countless times to even be back on time with the delivery. But despite the reminders and the overseer's loose, leathery whip, Aziz was once again far too late. Having left the temple with orders to buy new incense and, more importantly, incense in the market, he preferred to spend his afternoon with his friends in the streets of the port city of Suhar rather than doing his duty. As the afternoon was slowly drawing to a close and the sun was already low in the sky, he walked briskly through the dusty alleys towards the market near the port district. His leathery sandals slapped the sandy ground as the kicked up dust settled on his white robe. After another turn to the left, he finally came to a stop at the gates of the market, propping himself up on his knees with both hands to stop his panting breath. When he had regained his breath, he made his way through the crowds of people who came towards him, either haggling with the vendors for the best price or streaming towards the exit, laden with all manner of goods. The first stalls belonged to the spice and fruit merchants, who offered goods from Oman, but also from foreign countries far away from the sea. Mountains of citrus fruits piled up next to seemingly endless piles of spices from all over the world. After he had crossed this citrusy and spicy passage of the market at a fast pace, he finally came to the stalls where all kinds of resins, incense, rare woods and incense were offered. Omar's stall was his favorite. Not only did Omar always have a few dates to spare for him, but also the dedication with which he ran his stall. Where other merchants simply offered their resins and incense in large sacks, Omar presented his precious goods in bronze bowls and beautifully decorated clay pots. His stall could also be heard metres away, as a small sample of his incense smoked away in front of each incense, spreading the balsamic-smoky scent across the entire market. Once under the heavy blue cloth of the stall, Aziz handed the list of errands and the leather sack of payment to Omar. He, in turn, busily set about filling the desired quantities of frankincense, opoponax, cistus, and styrax resin into various bags. The dried resins crunched gently as he thrust them into Aziz's hand across the stall. The very last thing he did was fill a small amount of the precious oud into a velvet pouch and carefully handed it to Aziz. The precious wood was used to incense the robes of the temple overseer. With his delivery in one hand and a few dried and deliciously sweet dates in the other, Aziz made his way back toward the temple. Feverishly he pondered what excuse he could give the overseer today to escape punishment after all. But slowly he ran out of ideas and unfortunately also out of time, since he was already approaching the steps of the temple. On the last few meters he quickened his pace once more and took several steps at once up to the temple. However, this resulted in him getting caught on a step with the sandal of his right foot and losing it. Baffled by this mishap, he looked over his shoulder as he galloped up the stairs and just at that moment collided rudely with something or someone. His delivery scattered across the steps and Aziz landed hard on his buttocks. Now completely disarranged by the chain of events, he was astonished to find himself face to face with a tall figure towering before him. The stranger radiated a sublime aura, which was only intensified by the deep blue cloth in which he was wrapped and which smelled intensely of oud. The golden pommel of a ceremonial dagger, which sparkled magically in the evening sun, stood out among the many, heavy and above all clean lengths of cloth. His face was that of a king and his eyes shone with kindness and wisdom. He held out his hand to Aziz, helped him up, and set about picking up the scattered pouches. He did not speak a single word, only a knowing smirk was on his lips. Speechless, Aziz accepted his bags and slipped on his lost sandal. The stranger put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently in the direction of the temple entrance, from which the overseer had already rushed out, roaring with rage, and was about to teach Aziz a lesson with his leathery whip. Abruptly, however, he came to a halt and threw himself on the ground when he recognized the stranger beside Aziz. The stranger indicated for the overseer to rise and follow him into the temple. What exactly was spoken in the overseer's room was beyond Aziz's knowledge, as he was instructed to wait outside the door. When he was finally invited in, the overseer asked him as kindly as he had ever been asked if he would not like to enter the service of the honorable stranger. And from the very next day he ran errands in the service of his new principal, and was never once late.
Fin.
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Amouage's Interlude Man is akin to paying homage to a tale from 1001 Nights. Warm, smoky, balsamic and with a slight sweetness swirl here the swathes of resins around each other and take the main role of this creation. Paving the way into this resinous swirl is a blend of subtle citrus and spice. Oregano is detectable, but is not reminiscent of pizza spice, but more of a spice bazaar with the allspice at its side. The warm character of the resins is infused with a cool, balsamic smell of smoke, which gives the fragrance an almost mystical touch. In the base, Amouages Interlude Man becomes delightfully soft, sweet and cuddly. Where oud and leather were subliminally involved before, these two now come into their own more strongly and, in combination with patchouli and sandalwood, create a beautiful drydown. Pierre Negrin has created one of the most expressive and enchanting perfumes that has ever come under my nose. Chapeau!
Another small point on the side. Just oriental fragrances are often recommended for the cooler seasons. Basically right, as these can better stand up to the cold. My recommendation would be to try this but once at slightly warmer temperatures. In my opinion, only then the complete fragrance spectrum unfolds. A little courage is needed, but it's worth it. ?
Fin.
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Amouage's Interlude Man is akin to paying homage to a tale from 1001 Nights. Warm, smoky, balsamic and with a slight sweetness swirl here the swathes of resins around each other and take the main role of this creation. Paving the way into this resinous swirl is a blend of subtle citrus and spice. Oregano is detectable, but is not reminiscent of pizza spice, but more of a spice bazaar with the allspice at its side. The warm character of the resins is infused with a cool, balsamic smell of smoke, which gives the fragrance an almost mystical touch. In the base, Amouages Interlude Man becomes delightfully soft, sweet and cuddly. Where oud and leather were subliminally involved before, these two now come into their own more strongly and, in combination with patchouli and sandalwood, create a beautiful drydown. Pierre Negrin has created one of the most expressive and enchanting perfumes that has ever come under my nose. Chapeau!
Another small point on the side. Just oriental fragrances are often recommended for the cooler seasons. Basically right, as these can better stand up to the cold. My recommendation would be to try this but once at slightly warmer temperatures. In my opinion, only then the complete fragrance spectrum unfolds. A little courage is needed, but it's worth it. ?
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