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Moss bedded, wind-breathed...
Where the oaks stand and listen for eternity, over the lagoon and moor, lies the land of dark forests and crystal lakes. It's full of living souls and dark shamans.
Deep in the forest it smells amazingly strange, like huge quantities of fresh wood chips dipped in the cherry glaze of grandma's poppy-seed cake. It smells earthy, musty, but also syrupy, sweet and moist green, like the sigh breath of the forest after the rain. Tears of old trees also roll, separated by elements, trapped in the sweet pain of memory.
It only took a moment when I applied Paul Kiler's new fragrance until I was reminded of the East Prussian Song in a flash. I took the first movement as a sample, from which the rest of my intro followed like an avalanche.
"Maderas de Oriente Oscuro" is a seduction with intentionally built-in hurdles. The scent literally seduces me into something I didn't know I wanted. Nothing here is direct or crude.
Paul Kiler uses the erotic language of vague suggestion. The American knows perfectly well that attraction alone is not enough. So he created obstacles to overcome.
The fragrance starts off brilliantly, but remains in the balance for a long time afterwards and lets me feel that patience is needed here to fully experience the style and aesthetics.
Sugared wood shavings of all wood species are the seductive greeting of the fragrance at the opening. I smell the cherry glaze in a flash with light creamy overtones. Sounds obscure, and that's exactly what it is. The scent is dark - even dark, incomprehensible, unknown and overcast.
The fragrance goes through so many stages; from woody creamy to sugary green to ambry earthy. I would like to define the last station of the fragrance as tobacco heavy woody. All in all, it's a fragrance of a special class. I would like to compare it with the designs of haute couture. The scent is grandiosly oblique and I like it extraordinarily, in all facets.
However, this special fragrance will not be Everybody's Darling. He's way too complicated for that. I would like to compare it with early works by Philip Glass.
Paul Kiler also uses tons of (scent) tones to show off almost minimalistically. That's the beauty of this fragrance. It feels like a journey where we concentrate on the passing images to realize that although the images change the country is still the same, beautiful and reassuringly at home.
Paul Kiler is a gifted perfumer. He's as "nischig" as you can be "nischig". I thank Paul for this fragrance that makes me forget time and world, moss-bedded, wind-breathed..