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Between religion and floor wax
The first time I might have tested Zagorsk was about 7-8 years ago, when I started to get interested in fragrances and with my untrained nose was still looking for the right scent for me. Parfumo was still without the statement feature back then, so with reliable regularity I had scents in front of my nose whose sample placement was purely based on the embellishing, poetic, fanciful representations. The fragrance references are known to be different with or for each person, not surprisingly, therefore, that there were more blunders than anything else.
So also Zagorsk: church and incense, fits, I thought to myself. However, my first encounter was of a somewhat different kind, immediately I put the fragrance ad acta, because he smelled - attention, unobjective and purely subjective - awful. However, after I gradually got to know more CdG fragrances and my scent impression did not want to fit so at all to the descriptions here, I had to order me again a sample.
My then, as well as today, unreflective first association is indeed church, yes, however, arise figuratively before my eyes from the many prayers dark brown, speckig glänzende wooden benches in a gloomy, blackened by candle soot, covered with rough stone floor tiles, old village church in the infinite expanse of Siberia. The incense-laden scent of the last service, mixed with the exhalations of elderly people and a hint of floor polish and soap still hangs in the air. Trembling, touched by the breeze, the last candle goes out.
At first, that doesn't sound convincing at all. In the meantime, however, I not only had the opportunity to visit Russian Orthodox churches and monasteries, but also to train my nose further. Zagorsk is meant to evoke a mood and therefore has little to do with freshly smoked incense (which, incidentally, was my expectation at the time). For me, it succeeds in evoking the atmosphere - and in parts - the fragrance of a Russian Orthodox church, to that extent I can only agree with Gold.
At the same time, it is, freed from intentions and naming, after the green-herbaceous unfriendly top note, an absolute clean fragrance of past centuries, in which there was no fabric softener and synthetic musk, no 4711 was on the way or the British brought their lavender and moss to the man. It's bright, friendly, most likely I detect violet iris, some soap and hints of CdG's signature hinoki wood. Very discreetly in the background, candle soot, floor polish and incense continue to resonate. Absolutely contemplative - even without prayers.
He was allowed to move in immediately and can accompany me from now on a piece of my way.