08/20/2012
Ysbrand
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The beehive
My adored Miel de Bois, this wont be a review , but a love letter. I love honey and i love bees. I cannot really explain why they feel so important to me. There is something extremely humble, endearing and magic in the bees, the way they take the very essence of flowers and transform it into delicious honey, makes me think of some diligent nuns or priestesses undertaking a sacred duty.
Every variety of honey has different olfactive notes, yet all have in common one: the phenilacetic acid. Miel de Bois is loaded with it. It stresses, as much as it can do, the animalistic facet of honey..
The opening is harsh. Like approaching to a hive: under the blinding sunlight, you are surrounded by hundreds of threatening bees, all furry legs and stings ready to attack. It has a rather caustic 10 first minutes that would probably put off the most people. This is the phenilacetic acid overload that has been compared many times with, hmm, cat piss in several reviews. Although i never been told i smell like that.
To my nose, it starts with a big, very honeyed, full-bodied iris-violet floral note, with an odd blast that i can only describe it as insect-ish: sweet and savoury gaiac wood, the intoxicating scent of death of hawthorn blooms. I enjoy this phase, because i know the bees wont bite me if i dont scare them.
When the bees calm down, is just divine. Radiant aromachemicals suggest an hypnotic buzz of iridescent wings. Then, the best, most authenic honey you ever smelled. Luminous, light, dreamy. Sunlight through a honeycomb. The extremely dry woods (ebony and oak) grounds all this airiness. A wood frame, built by the crafty Beekeeper, that sustains the refined hexagonal architecture of wax, honey and light, that Miel de Bois truly is.
It lasts for hours and hours in the skin until the next day, and i swear, you can feel it in your clothes after washing them. Great sillage, the golden swarm will follow you everywhere like you were their queen (just being biologically accurate here: MdB is completely shared by men and women), so maybe not for the office!
If i have a signature fragance it is the Lutens/Sheldrake take on honey. It´s not for everybody, i admit, but it is, wholeheartedly, for me.
Every variety of honey has different olfactive notes, yet all have in common one: the phenilacetic acid. Miel de Bois is loaded with it. It stresses, as much as it can do, the animalistic facet of honey..
The opening is harsh. Like approaching to a hive: under the blinding sunlight, you are surrounded by hundreds of threatening bees, all furry legs and stings ready to attack. It has a rather caustic 10 first minutes that would probably put off the most people. This is the phenilacetic acid overload that has been compared many times with, hmm, cat piss in several reviews. Although i never been told i smell like that.
To my nose, it starts with a big, very honeyed, full-bodied iris-violet floral note, with an odd blast that i can only describe it as insect-ish: sweet and savoury gaiac wood, the intoxicating scent of death of hawthorn blooms. I enjoy this phase, because i know the bees wont bite me if i dont scare them.
When the bees calm down, is just divine. Radiant aromachemicals suggest an hypnotic buzz of iridescent wings. Then, the best, most authenic honey you ever smelled. Luminous, light, dreamy. Sunlight through a honeycomb. The extremely dry woods (ebony and oak) grounds all this airiness. A wood frame, built by the crafty Beekeeper, that sustains the refined hexagonal architecture of wax, honey and light, that Miel de Bois truly is.
It lasts for hours and hours in the skin until the next day, and i swear, you can feel it in your clothes after washing them. Great sillage, the golden swarm will follow you everywhere like you were their queen (just being biologically accurate here: MdB is completely shared by men and women), so maybe not for the office!
If i have a signature fragance it is the Lutens/Sheldrake take on honey. It´s not for everybody, i admit, but it is, wholeheartedly, for me.
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