03/08/2019
Meggi
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Il Duomo' as a prelude and elsewhere
Great experiences are worth to be reported a second time and at the same time to be warmly recommended to others.
Last Easter I was with my family in Milan. A sight of global importance is the Milan Cathedral, whose roof can be walked on. With stairs or elevator it goes up, a small corridor leads into the free one. Marble without end, deep below ant-like people and a panoramic view over the roofs of the city all around. But also the cathedral itself offers new perspectives during the tour: Surprisingly narrow paths and niches alternate with wider sections up to the huge open space left and right of the ridge. And that one is simply overwhelming.
At one point not only the organ music and the singing of the Easter Sunday mass penetrated through some grids, which probably served for ventilation, but also quite clearly the smell of incense. As a North German I did not know before how bright and sour, almost green it can smell.
I find a similar fragrance in the prelude of 'Wazamba': light, acidic, resinous smoke, but here quickly accompanied by fruit. For a while, a haze of fiery plastic disturbs, but that becomes clear and in the course of the first hour more and more fruit and darker smoke are added to the initially dominant church appearance. As it progresses, the fragrance draws a beautiful, wide arc from light to dark, from bitter to sweet.
I imagine chocolate patchouli, after about an hour dark wood appears, duro-like in its compactness. Apart is the interplay between acidity from the incense and from the fruit, Madame Plum secretly gives herself something (rosy) tipsy and, I think, leans on Mr. Cashmeran. Probably Vetiver's Heller incense idea about time helps in the background. If I return to my office after my absence, I don't think "incense", but "vetiver".
Around midday more sweetness appears, the fruit gradually detaches honey-like. Again there is an interplay, this time between bitter-sour and sweet aspects of the smoke. I especially like what's floating about it. And once again I think of the cathedral, of the abundance of loving decorations, of the partly angled little corners on the roof, which actually lend a certain lightness to the monumental building - as far as possible.
The fragrance keeps the same for a long time, until the afternoon. More creamy grave-goods and more dark wood are added carefully and become compensators for the swelling sweetness. Only in the late afternoon and evening does the gentle, increasingly honey-like sweetness finally take over and remind us of the more passionate smokers like Tom Ford's 'Sahara Noir' or 'Calling All Angels' from April Aromatics.
Only the plastic of the beginning and the sure impression to have experienced practically everything already several times prevent me from exuberance today. This may be unfair in so far as among the numerous references (no twins, just siblings and cousins of various degrees, but lots of them!) there are also younger representatives, such as the beautiful 'Incense Pure' by Sonoma Scent Studio (2010), which spans a similar arc, or said 'Calling all Angels' (2012). Nothing to change. Nevertheless: 8,5 points are quite good!
If you find incense scents too glowing or too powerful, you can try the test here and feel your way there throughout the day.
I thank Yatagan for the rehearsal.
Last Easter I was with my family in Milan. A sight of global importance is the Milan Cathedral, whose roof can be walked on. With stairs or elevator it goes up, a small corridor leads into the free one. Marble without end, deep below ant-like people and a panoramic view over the roofs of the city all around. But also the cathedral itself offers new perspectives during the tour: Surprisingly narrow paths and niches alternate with wider sections up to the huge open space left and right of the ridge. And that one is simply overwhelming.
At one point not only the organ music and the singing of the Easter Sunday mass penetrated through some grids, which probably served for ventilation, but also quite clearly the smell of incense. As a North German I did not know before how bright and sour, almost green it can smell.
I find a similar fragrance in the prelude of 'Wazamba': light, acidic, resinous smoke, but here quickly accompanied by fruit. For a while, a haze of fiery plastic disturbs, but that becomes clear and in the course of the first hour more and more fruit and darker smoke are added to the initially dominant church appearance. As it progresses, the fragrance draws a beautiful, wide arc from light to dark, from bitter to sweet.
I imagine chocolate patchouli, after about an hour dark wood appears, duro-like in its compactness. Apart is the interplay between acidity from the incense and from the fruit, Madame Plum secretly gives herself something (rosy) tipsy and, I think, leans on Mr. Cashmeran. Probably Vetiver's Heller incense idea about time helps in the background. If I return to my office after my absence, I don't think "incense", but "vetiver".
Around midday more sweetness appears, the fruit gradually detaches honey-like. Again there is an interplay, this time between bitter-sour and sweet aspects of the smoke. I especially like what's floating about it. And once again I think of the cathedral, of the abundance of loving decorations, of the partly angled little corners on the roof, which actually lend a certain lightness to the monumental building - as far as possible.
The fragrance keeps the same for a long time, until the afternoon. More creamy grave-goods and more dark wood are added carefully and become compensators for the swelling sweetness. Only in the late afternoon and evening does the gentle, increasingly honey-like sweetness finally take over and remind us of the more passionate smokers like Tom Ford's 'Sahara Noir' or 'Calling All Angels' from April Aromatics.
Only the plastic of the beginning and the sure impression to have experienced practically everything already several times prevent me from exuberance today. This may be unfair in so far as among the numerous references (no twins, just siblings and cousins of various degrees, but lots of them!) there are also younger representatives, such as the beautiful 'Incense Pure' by Sonoma Scent Studio (2010), which spans a similar arc, or said 'Calling all Angels' (2012). Nothing to change. Nevertheless: 8,5 points are quite good!
If you find incense scents too glowing or too powerful, you can try the test here and feel your way there throughout the day.
I thank Yatagan for the rehearsal.
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