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Neroli
Jasmine
Heart Notes
Peach
Rose
Cinnamon
Base Notes
Sandalwood
Leather
Amber
Oud
Musk
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Notes10/29/2021
RaniJuli
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Of rose locum, dark secrets & the fairy tales from 1001 nights
Actually, I expected something completely different when testing this fragrance - namely a dry sandalwood fragrance with a spicy note. Adult, sophisticated (as one is used to from Guerlain), without ever being stuffy. Because of the name "Santal Royal" may forgive me this initial error ;)
And because I am fortunately equipped with the openness and adventurousness of a true perfume enthusiast with, the first encounter with "Santal Royal" has surprised me then much than disappointed.
What wafted off the back of my hand was anything but dry and minimalist-sophisticated. It was opulent, dark and sweet. It let the neon-lit perfumery shelves around me sink in the hot sand of an Arabian desert...
Forgive me for this unoriginal association - but in my mental perfume library, "Santal Royal" opens the thick, gold-embossed, leather-bound book of beloved tales from 1001 Nights. It's the genie from "Aladdin and the magic lamp" who grants wishes and can transport us to faraway lands or dream worlds in the duration of the blink of an eye. For example, to the fictional desert city of Agrabah.
Here, in the narrow alleys between the outwardly defiant-looking houses, I open my eyes after a deep enjoyable sip of "Santal Royal". It is already dawn, the heat of the day has abated, the houses to the left and right still radiate something of the merciless temperatures of the previous day. Nevertheless, doors are now opening left and right - the residents of the houses are venturing out into the open to buy the last ingredients for the upcoming dinner or to smoke a water pipe in the tea room around the corner.
A tall woman steps out of one of the doors and beckons me closer. She beckons me to come in, inside the house...for I am at first glance recognizable as a stranger and in her eyes that makes me a guest never to be allowed to pass by unwelcomed.
Behind the low door of dark wood opens a little world of its own that you would never have guessed from the street. The house has several floors, all with wraparound galleries opening onto a beautiful courtyard. It forms the heart of the house. Tiled with mosaic tiles in shades of blue and green, it heightens the sense of coolness inside the house and contrasts beautifully with the clay-red walls of the house and the cascades of purple flowers climbing up them. Low daybeds of carved wood with bright comfortable cushions invite you to rest. A fountain gurgles softly in the center of the courtyard.
On a low table in front of one of the daybeds stands a silver bowl with powdered sugar-dusted lokum - the jelly-like sweet that can be bought in many bazaars, and which is refined with rose water and nuts. From somewhere, the promising scent of freshly roasted mocha wafts in...
I feel incredibly good and inhale deeply: The deep dark smell of wood, the sweet rose scent of sweets, the hint of mocha - and in addition a diffuse smell like of warm milk with honey and cinnamon, which conveys security and seems to say: "Come to rest - you are here, for this night, at home!"
And because I am fortunately equipped with the openness and adventurousness of a true perfume enthusiast with, the first encounter with "Santal Royal" has surprised me then much than disappointed.
What wafted off the back of my hand was anything but dry and minimalist-sophisticated. It was opulent, dark and sweet. It let the neon-lit perfumery shelves around me sink in the hot sand of an Arabian desert...
Forgive me for this unoriginal association - but in my mental perfume library, "Santal Royal" opens the thick, gold-embossed, leather-bound book of beloved tales from 1001 Nights. It's the genie from "Aladdin and the magic lamp" who grants wishes and can transport us to faraway lands or dream worlds in the duration of the blink of an eye. For example, to the fictional desert city of Agrabah.
Here, in the narrow alleys between the outwardly defiant-looking houses, I open my eyes after a deep enjoyable sip of "Santal Royal". It is already dawn, the heat of the day has abated, the houses to the left and right still radiate something of the merciless temperatures of the previous day. Nevertheless, doors are now opening left and right - the residents of the houses are venturing out into the open to buy the last ingredients for the upcoming dinner or to smoke a water pipe in the tea room around the corner.
A tall woman steps out of one of the doors and beckons me closer. She beckons me to come in, inside the house...for I am at first glance recognizable as a stranger and in her eyes that makes me a guest never to be allowed to pass by unwelcomed.
Behind the low door of dark wood opens a little world of its own that you would never have guessed from the street. The house has several floors, all with wraparound galleries opening onto a beautiful courtyard. It forms the heart of the house. Tiled with mosaic tiles in shades of blue and green, it heightens the sense of coolness inside the house and contrasts beautifully with the clay-red walls of the house and the cascades of purple flowers climbing up them. Low daybeds of carved wood with bright comfortable cushions invite you to rest. A fountain gurgles softly in the center of the courtyard.
On a low table in front of one of the daybeds stands a silver bowl with powdered sugar-dusted lokum - the jelly-like sweet that can be bought in many bazaars, and which is refined with rose water and nuts. From somewhere, the promising scent of freshly roasted mocha wafts in...
I feel incredibly good and inhale deeply: The deep dark smell of wood, the sweet rose scent of sweets, the hint of mocha - and in addition a diffuse smell like of warm milk with honey and cinnamon, which conveys security and seems to say: "Come to rest - you are here, for this night, at home!"
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