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05/01/2014
Tinctureall
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Tinctureall
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WTF is this?
A huge, nearly choking blast of a balsamic, gigantic sweet Indian flowers and spicy syrup. This smells like someone has crammed a swirling Notting Hill carnival into a bottle. Loud music, burning coals, joss sticks in huge quantities, bubblegum, plastic flowers, cut open fruits piled high, and spicy Indian tamarind pudding treats, all rolled into one. There is a huge pinkness here like the vibe of a sickly flower akin to Ylang-Ylang and caramel popcorn. The sickly swirling monster of a smell feels like being unable to push through the heaving crowd of jangling joss sticks and fruity aromas all swirling at once, having eaten too many sweeties too soon. Then just as this almost becomes intolerable, a dusty and woody wind finally starts blowing through this sweet, sugary. cloying fruity concoction and not a moment too soon.
The softer wood suddenly releases the nose and Zahd starts to dry down to a more comfortable state. More akin to sitting in one of those Indian shops full of patchouli and saffron infused silks, jangling over-gilded ornaments, glittering fabrics of all colours, dried roses in bowls and musky Indian oils. Syrupy sweets are left out on the counter and the joss sticks are still burning to the end. Their ash falling fragrant, swirling into the sticky syrup that is still dripping off the edge. A softer, more creamy feel takes over, as if the whole perfume was fading gently into a dream as you settle amongst the vanilla, roses, saffron and sandalwood infused woods.
It totally reminds me of the sort of oils found in Carnaby street in the 1970's. Narcotic and sweet, made for teenage hippies. There was a shop in London called Ganesha and it smells just like that.
I didn't know what to make of this one so wrote down any thoughts that popped into my mind before looking anything up. It was sent as a sample to test. These are my thoughts just as they came to me.
The softer wood suddenly releases the nose and Zahd starts to dry down to a more comfortable state. More akin to sitting in one of those Indian shops full of patchouli and saffron infused silks, jangling over-gilded ornaments, glittering fabrics of all colours, dried roses in bowls and musky Indian oils. Syrupy sweets are left out on the counter and the joss sticks are still burning to the end. Their ash falling fragrant, swirling into the sticky syrup that is still dripping off the edge. A softer, more creamy feel takes over, as if the whole perfume was fading gently into a dream as you settle amongst the vanilla, roses, saffron and sandalwood infused woods.
It totally reminds me of the sort of oils found in Carnaby street in the 1970's. Narcotic and sweet, made for teenage hippies. There was a shop in London called Ganesha and it smells just like that.
I didn't know what to make of this one so wrote down any thoughts that popped into my mind before looking anything up. It was sent as a sample to test. These are my thoughts just as they came to me.
