Floral Ectoplasm and Splendid Earth
There is something about the accord of wet earth in a fragrance that I find so utterly captivating. I’m aware that this may not be the most approachable nor the “prettiest” note for one to gravitate towards but I find it so powerfully grounding. Pun totally intended, of course. Now as much as I am mesmerized, very few fragrances can truly harness the note and imbue it with an thoroughly chic magnetism and refined harmony but one which truly has is MiN’s exquisite ‘The Botanist”. The brilliance of this composition is how this accord is so pulchritudinously foiled by an enormously ebuillent exhibition of dewy apple, citric grapefruit and a rather luminous flash of bergamot. There is a a soft and somber emerald hue of vetiver which encapsulates the atmosphere, encompassed by the phantasmic sillage of flowers which have been plucked from the loamy soil. The Botanist is a hyperrealized sequence of a spring time garden, without needless romanticism or flights of fancy. A portrait of authenticity and a study in how the visceral splendour and genuine essence of what is surrounding you always bares the most astonishing beauty.