When spraying on: blackcurrant, black but sweet, sometimes the sweetness outweighs the typical bitterness of Cassis. Fruity fragrances aren't really AugustA's favourite metier at all, so I raise all my available hands: No, not another fruit bomb like that! Except for citric scents, that's something completely different for me. But then tart fruity aromas can be captivating, blackberry for example or blackcurrant. From my point of view, the leaf should never be missing, or strong counterpoints, so that we don't end up with the fruit compote. Pure or superficial fruit scents are simply too boring, I want to stuff the fruit into my mouth and they are gone, I only need to smell it when it is hanging from the bush or tree or is already on its way to my mouth. Then gladly.
The fruit aroma, which is almost mandatory in every mainstreamer today, is not even mentioned here. (Exceptions as always confirm the rule.)
But here we are not only dealing with a fruit scent, but with a forest, an enchanted, enchanted, enchanted forest.
And the scent also quickly becomes more complex, the berries remain on the bush and many trees gather around outside. And this forest is not exactly cool, but a summer forest, wonderfully fragrant with all this green, the resins dissolved by the sun, almost sticky, aromatic. Rays of light fall through the mixed forest and the bushes under the trees carry delicious berries. Charming, indeed, and enchanting. A warm summer forest is really something wonderful. And friendly, the liveliness that reigns in this forest. If everywhere else the brooding heat oppresses humans and animals, one finds air to breathe in this forest, green in all facets and the smell of the trees and other plants. Even an animal has passed once. The fur hangs still smelly in the thicket. You sweat a little towards the end and feel good about it.
What a beautiful scent! Wonderful, you get your head free and even something other than the usual into it. Through the nose, of course. Enchanting because the scent does not let you go - it is very portable and especially at high temperatures despite the aromatic resinity and the fir needle. Or precisely because of this - and yet demands that one actively perceives it. This is not a background melody, but an outgrown symphony and completely harmoniously it fits together on skin and wearer.
After the top note I immediately had to think of "Woody Mood", for me a very similar, albeit more archaic forest, because, yes, completely without currants or the like, but with more wood and resin and smoke. But he also has this characteristic drip resin sweetness that never gets on your nerves, unlike the fruit sugar desserts I mentioned earlier, where I would never want to be - who wants to swim in a compote bowl or fight in a sorbet for sticky survival? But in Duchaufour's woods, there's good to be, I'm always happy to look for them!
Beautiful bottle too, by the way, reminiscent of the black berry and the golden Russian ornamentation goes well with all the resin and coniferous forest that smells so mildly spicy. By the way, he does that for a long time, from about eight o'clock in the evening until the next morning the scent was still there in his changes.
The currant and the forest emphasize different moments, the fruit is clearly traditionally assigned to the ladies in all its seductively dripping sweetness - although here it is also a bit harsh - and the forest to the man, whether in tweed or foresters costume. You really shouldn't let that fool you, but just look what was coming out behind the tree trunks and how it gets along with your own skin. This fragrance is certainly not assigned to any sex, except to trolls or the like, who certainly smell much better than their reputation would suggest. Oh, that fairy tale and saga kitsch, where did it come from? Oh, yeah, it's a magic forest. This cassis note can obviously go a little to your head. Where have I been? I feel like I've lost my way...
I like these nature-not-nature scents. This isn't a simple scent image of forest and berry. I like that because they embody a new perception of nature. No longer the original nature as violence from outside, against which man must protect himself. They don't even exist anymore. That may not be quite passé, but this perception no longer corresponds at all to man's relationship to nature today. "Today, "nature" violence is encountered as road traffic or through industry or working conditions, constantly and still quite differently, even subliminally. Nature today is no longer simply nature - it is enriched with needs and ideas, shaped over the centuries and perceived again by the individual, for example as a place of recreation and escape, as a contrast of perception to the urban or everyday environment, or even as legends and fairy tale woven hidden dream place. I deliberately do not speak here of the all-round prescribed Bio-health-nature-madness, which is only another carrot, which is hung before the nose of the good donkey, so that it remains in the late capitalistic race for the competition beautifully. That doesn't go on forever like this.
And again, where was this turnoff? It rustles in the bushes. Hmmm, that scent shows me the way, doesn't it?
In short: If you like Fille-en-Aiguilles or Woody Mood, or nature-not-nature scents, you should try this one. Fruit phobia or not.