This is just what i needed. A cold weather, winter warmer.
Good tobacco by a fireplace, high quality, oakey-vannilic booze, and something vaguely medicinal for a moment. Well worn leather chairs, polished woods and an old book.
Tea, and wild honey, exotic spices. Its easy to feel a sense of warm, sultry air gently moving, and forget the cold, embrace the warm, silken, amber arua that beckons like a foreign melody.. This scent wears extremely well on my skin, which suprises me, because i normally do not care for amber. My warm chemistry made sweet love to this gorgeous perfume and an inexplicable, implacable, spine tingling sensuality was the result, and i am hoplessly addicted. This is the kind of fragrance that has the effect of a narcotic haze, as it is too much, and not enough. Ambre russie is an indulgence in the extreme, and sweet to excess. It is sinful, and decadent, hedonistically luxurious.