10/13/2015
Silverfire
130 Reviews
Silverfire
5
Think Berkeley Breathed, Not Mozart
Admittedly, Amogue has set the standard in gothic perfumery with Memoir Man, so I entered this experience expecting great things. Even allowing for that bias and unhinging that, Opus VII is a disappointment. It is, in two words, a confused journey.
The scent opens deep, oily, almost medicinal with a streak of woods and vanilla. I have no idea which way this path is going to lead, but it soon takes me into a field of blooming stuffy flowers. I am reminded of Boucheron here, although with acrid undertones. Perhaps not all is well in this field? I shouldn't sleep here.
The silage begins at a foot and recedes as I travel onward, leaving the flowers behind, and encountering my old foe stryax. Yes, this is the chemist's basement smell, which isn't terrible, except in that it is terribly common, and a real disappointment from Amogue. Even the longevity suffers, clocking in at no more than six hours. Given how expensive this line is, you'd be better off with something that lasts (like ahem, Memoir Man). Thus, you should think of Opus VII in terms of Berkeley Breathed's comic strips, not Mozart.
The scent opens deep, oily, almost medicinal with a streak of woods and vanilla. I have no idea which way this path is going to lead, but it soon takes me into a field of blooming stuffy flowers. I am reminded of Boucheron here, although with acrid undertones. Perhaps not all is well in this field? I shouldn't sleep here.
The silage begins at a foot and recedes as I travel onward, leaving the flowers behind, and encountering my old foe stryax. Yes, this is the chemist's basement smell, which isn't terrible, except in that it is terribly common, and a real disappointment from Amogue. Even the longevity suffers, clocking in at no more than six hours. Given how expensive this line is, you'd be better off with something that lasts (like ahem, Memoir Man). Thus, you should think of Opus VII in terms of Berkeley Breathed's comic strips, not Mozart.