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Dead wood and scorched earth
Encre Noire à L'Extrême is a real challenge for me as a perfume novice. Somehow horny, but also just boring; irgedwie multilayered, but also just dry like the Gobi desert...
Attention to this fragrance I became through the rather hated Jeremyfragrance, for which I must break a lance at this point: That the guy probably has much less expertise than some perfume users can be good and that he must be really unappealing to most people with his weird playboy behavior is quite out of the question. But I have to say that with his odd manner, he does spark an interest in perfume, especially for newbies like me, and that I certainly wouldn't be writing this comment today if I hadn't stumbled across one of his videos a few months ago. But enough of that. One of his videos featured the original Encre Noire, stating "it smells like death, but in a very good way". For me, as a metal fan since childhood, an extremely intriguing paraphrase.
Motivated to try an inaccessible fragrance I ordered on Notino directly the EdP variant, because why not (I did not know at the time that the two probably differ in smell, but well, I'm here to learn something). Full of excitement and expectations I sprayed the good piece for the first time and felt... somehow nothing at all. The scent was neither repellent nor appealing to me; neither overwhelming nor really relatable. Disillusioned and a bit disappointed, I wondered if I just didn't like the scent or if my nose wasn't ready for this one. But the more I applied it, the more I liked it. And with growing "experience" (if I may call it so) suddenly appeared to me also the nuances of the fragrance clearer.
To finally say something about the fragrance itself: it's really damn woody and damn dry to boot! The only freshness in the form of bergamot evaporates already after a handful of minutes. This makes way for a grandiose resinous cypress accompanied by a touch of iris. After that, incense and especially a whole lot of vetiver dominate for me. In the drydown, these are complemented by a fair amount of patchouli. Here the fragrance becomes a little more rounded and seems more complete. While most of the time it seems rather imperfect and exudes a sense of unease, here it finally comes to rest; like death, in a way. Mr. Jeremy was not entirely wrong with his statement.
In addition, the performance also gives good what. The sillage is decent, but not so excessively strong that you can dry out a complete room full of people with it. Less is more here in my opinion, it is simply well matched to the charisma that brings the fragrance. The longevity on the other hand is excellent. Sprayed on in the morning I could perceive the scent in the afternoon still quite clear, on my clothes partly even days later still.
The flacon is also very successful. I like the elegant, cubic design along with wooden lid really very much. In addition, the glass is really thick works overall very valuable. The absolute blackness of the orginal Encre Noire pleases me purely visually even better, but still everything was done right here in my eyes.
It is truly not easy to like this fragrance, let alone understand it (which I probably still do not). But it is truly intriguing and holds a certain mystique that I have not experienced before in the world of perfumes.
I can not classify with the best will in the world to what occasions you can wear the thing aside from funerals or home office. In addition, you really have to know what you're getting into here. But who has Bock to smell like dead wood and scorched earth will definitely be happy here.