"By day, it's easy to keep things sober and unsentimental. At night, it's a very different story."
I'm only too happy to begin this comment with this quote from Ernest Hemingway, because this fragrance is one of the few that evoke more than just perfume euphoria in me. It is rather an experience, a self-reflection of darkness, a confrontation with the deepest fears and shadows of feelings. So black and yet bright, so dangerous and yet comfortable. Seldom have so many thoughts gone through my head as when I tested this extraordinary fragrance. At the first contact the fragrance conveys a threat that goes through your marrow in such a way, only to then lie as a gentle shadow on your skin and give you an understanding of security.
Since the fragrance triggers quite poetic and philosophical tendencies, I would like to describe it with a pictorial example that came directly to my mind. There will certainly be one or the other of us who has also immersed himself in the world of video games or grown up with it. In 2010 a game called "Alan Wake" was released, which puts you in the person of an author with writer's block and a rather questionable psyche. In his adventure he has to step through the darkest corners of his own self, the human psyche and malicious nightmares and find the salvation for his own mind, which is portrayed as a self-told psychological thriller. (I don't want to tell you more about it, because those who don't know it should definitely play it). Whoever has enjoyed this work will recognize the parallels. Because this oppressive darkness, the voices buzzing around you and creating a claustrophobic fear, can only be held back by a soft light.
The night begins fast and dark.
I hear clouds in the sky, which have not come into being naturally and which mean disaster. In my nose I notice smoke, one of the kind that can be described as threatening and of unnatural origin - all kinds of thoughts shoot into my head.
The source of the disaster is getting closer and closer, the smoke is getting more intense and inevitably triggers an oppressive threat - whispering voices in my ear. No one is in sight, I am alone.
Darkness around me has a different effect than in the realms known to me. You cannot see your hand in front of your eyes, yet I continue to walk through the absorbing black with doubts.
Rustling and crackling between the trees.
Suddenly the ground in front of me seems strangely loose. A closer look does not bode well. An abyss in which a black nothingness has formed demands me. I step back and try desperately to find something on the ground to hold on to.
I spend an hour already in the darkness and everything around me is screaming for me.
By a happy coincidence I bump my knee against a small object that turns out to be a flashlight. Slowly but surely I get a warm feeling, which gives me inner protection. My mood brightens up. Finally I find a bridge, which paves my way over the abyss. When I see the illuminated city, I am happy. Finally the worst is over.
Unnoticed, however, a grey smoking shadow has settled on my back, I do not see it, but I feel it. I go anyway and hope remains
I wake up and realize that it was all just a nightmare and I don't want to dive into it again. But it all felt so real. I try to stop thinking about it and I get up to finish myself. On the way to the bathroom I almost get a fright from the creaking of the wooden furniture. It's light, everything is fine. I stand in front of the mirror and try to ignore the dark circles under my eyes. How sleepless I feel. The mirror is not my best friend today. But when I dare to look in it I get scared.
On my neck, where I usually apply perfume, a fine veil of grey smoke seems to float.
My reality is blurring. Am I going crazy? Are stories about paranormal events not nonsense after all? What's happening to me? I feel like a victim of my own psyche. Is this reality or just a trick of my uncontrolled creativity? Dark is the depth of my own mind, which manifests itself in the face of fear and changes as a smoking shadow on my skin.
"Monsters are real and ghosts are real, too. They live in us and sometimes you win."
But now to this creation, which teaches even a shadow to fear it. The start is smoke and hardly anything else but this. A cloud that almost takes your breath away and so voluminously and intensely explores the limits. But that's what this perfume wants to take you to the limits and show you the abyss without taking the last step. In all my testing for perfume, I have never encountered such a heavy smoke. Even as a fan of a really peaty whisky I reach my pain threshold here. But one is saved by a slightly warming citrus note After an hour, the smoke subsides slightly, allowing some of the other notes to sprout, so that one can slowly hope to emerge from the shoals of the black menace. Warm and slightly sticky resins reveal themselves, giving you the breather you need. Woods and vanilla create a creamy unity and let the incense roll off. Myrrh is the note that accompanies the fragrance all the time. Just great. The fragrance also gives you a feeling, one of wearing a dark shadow on your skin, which could give people in the area a menacing feeling, but can be worn well.
But under this very oriental scent there is more than just a blender, which disappears after a short time. It accompanies you through the day with ease and projects just at the beginning as if from another star. Loosely 8 hours of durability are in here, even if he withdraws after half then something and reduces the sniffing circle. Although it does not play in a league of the equally priced Xerjoff fragrances (oud stars) in terms of durability and sillage, it still shows its value and dominance. More than any other fragrance, I consider it (along with slightly animalistic ones) a statement fragrance. It doesn't hide itself and gives you a full on twelve. Here I am and if you don't like it, then disappear.
A fragrance that will certainly split, but finds its lovers. For me, too, the smoke was quite crass at the beginning, but from time to time it becomes more sensual, better and more familiar. A great piece. Plus eunes, which reveals more than just alcohol with fragrances. So haunting, so expansive and present. A fragrance that forces you to look into your own soul.