Top Notes 
Heart Notes 
Base Notes 
08/28/2018
Meggi
212 Reviews
Translated
Show original
Meggi
Top Review
24
The ears of the forest
Do I have to feel guilty? It seems to me that the Russian forest heard me and reviled itself, or at least felt misunderstood, when I attested it a gruesome bilibin eclipse in 'La Foret Russe'. Hey, I didn't mean no harm, just the smell!
Anyway, today he's showing that he can do things differently. Warm coniferous wood with a softly sweet-sour-animalic note. A touch of ethereal biting takes the bittersweet the tip. Plus... nut. It actually smells like nut and that's what makes it special here. In the environment of warm needledness, however, thoughts of desserts, even food at all, are forbidden.
And that remains so, even when the fragrance has even become quite sweet and creamy after about half an hour. Because the gently smoked needles are always in between. A vanilla caramel-like shoot in the late morning is apart made serious of it and de-gourmandized. To be on the safe side, Mr Jerjomin adds a distant trail of beaver ham (Castoreum).
In the course of the morning, dark wood emerges from this mixture as a new large line. Not quite in Noir Anthracite quality and a little less ebony, but from our trace of smoke it was ennobled at the same time. It is a pity that this wood does not survive in the middle section and fades a bit after only two or three hours, while a caramel-like appearance additionally dampens the enthusiasm.
But then 'Taiga Whispers' offers a basis of rare opulence and goodness as the afternoon progresses. A great, discreet Castoreum leatheriness pushes back the exhausted wood in combination with a similar Meinetwegen Oud. Soon it creams out of all nozzles, but without getting soggy. Look into the pyramid, what you want to smell - everything works! And a dash of vanilla. And honey. The salt in the creamy soup is a rest of the needle-like aroma from above, which seems to me to be spiced up with sour incense and a dash of vetiver.
Conclusion: creamy. Noooooooooo, that's not literal. No H-cream. Another plus.
I thank Can777 for the rehearsal.
Anyway, today he's showing that he can do things differently. Warm coniferous wood with a softly sweet-sour-animalic note. A touch of ethereal biting takes the bittersweet the tip. Plus... nut. It actually smells like nut and that's what makes it special here. In the environment of warm needledness, however, thoughts of desserts, even food at all, are forbidden.
And that remains so, even when the fragrance has even become quite sweet and creamy after about half an hour. Because the gently smoked needles are always in between. A vanilla caramel-like shoot in the late morning is apart made serious of it and de-gourmandized. To be on the safe side, Mr Jerjomin adds a distant trail of beaver ham (Castoreum).
In the course of the morning, dark wood emerges from this mixture as a new large line. Not quite in Noir Anthracite quality and a little less ebony, but from our trace of smoke it was ennobled at the same time. It is a pity that this wood does not survive in the middle section and fades a bit after only two or three hours, while a caramel-like appearance additionally dampens the enthusiasm.
But then 'Taiga Whispers' offers a basis of rare opulence and goodness as the afternoon progresses. A great, discreet Castoreum leatheriness pushes back the exhausted wood in combination with a similar Meinetwegen Oud. Soon it creams out of all nozzles, but without getting soggy. Look into the pyramid, what you want to smell - everything works! And a dash of vanilla. And honey. The salt in the creamy soup is a rest of the needle-like aroma from above, which seems to me to be spiced up with sour incense and a dash of vetiver.
Conclusion: creamy. Noooooooooo, that's not literal. No H-cream. Another plus.
I thank Can777 for the rehearsal.
19 Comments
