Atanarjuat

The Vestaire des Parfums Édition Couture brings together a collection of three woody fragrances: 6 PLACE SAINT SULPICE, 24 RUE DE L'UNIVERSITÉ and just the 37 RUE DE BELLECHASSE.


In the middle of Paris - at the northwest corner of the intersection of 37 Rue de Bellechasse - is the Abbey Penthemont and is now the headquarters of YSL. By and large, the fragrance is intended to represent the atmosphere of this abbey house - and with it the entrepreneurial work of Y. S. Laurent's work. It all seems a bit reverent, sublime - almost formal. Just like in an old monastery.

I myself was looking for another iris fragrance. I like iris because of its noticeably clear and honest nature. This time it should be dark, wearable in the evening. That is sometimes then not so easy to find, if it is not associated with crushing sweetness in addition please. That can many and these many I do not like then. Just the consorts with vanilla shoot too often beyond any goals and end in profane monotony mass suitability epics.

Let the iris shine, give her space!

Found I then - with the help of Aleyzs in the course of a Soukprobe - the true Iris dark treasure. In general, the souk is still the greatest opportunity for testing. Thank you all again and again for it!

Yes, a minimal sweet light also dabs Rue 37 in the deepest drydown into the night, but responsible for this merely a gran benzo resin. In general, Rue 37 mutes me a lot of resin. You can certainly imagine what these resins with Nagarmotha, pepper, incense and oud result in. Plus a bit of patchouli. What a conglomerate! It smokes devoutly-pastoral in these rooms, balsamic vapors ground hidden.
And then - high up in the ships of Penthemont - only one reigns: iris. Black wet. Dry white in the half-light.

And she may shine, spreading her wing over everything and everyone of this former abbey, telling you: all is well!

With thanks to TahaScents. To you a healthy 2021!

The Khareef is an Arabic term for a weather phenomenon in Oman that is unique in the Middle East. This monsoon rain is caused by surface winds. These lead - thanks to humid air and rainwater - to a considerable cooling and are responsible for the special weather situation in the coastal province of Dhofar.


The moisture that accumulates in the middle of the Dhofar landscape rises and condenses on the slopes of the Qara Mountains. During this time the mountains are covered in thick fog and the khareef falls mostly as a steady and fine drizzle. This weather phenomenon is also responsible for the much more moderate temperatures around the paradise for nature and animals. The temperatures stay between 20 and 25 degrees. The nature-breathing landscape is covered by fog and rain in a cool white veil of mist, which makes everything green and blooming.

With "Meander", Mackenzie Reilly created an authentic image of this phenomenon. The fragrance starts on my skin with very delicate incense. Iris and narcissus quickly join in, reigning over my head and heart and withstanding the base. I love the daffodil idea, it reflects the fine softness, the minimal sweetness of drizzle and supports the wet and humid green of lush, breathing nature.
In general, "Meander" is more the morning fog than the oriental, Amouage-typical buzz. The fragrance doesn't think much of projecting the whole day and meanders rather subtly in a silvery way. I also find little smokiness in the base, no resins, a misty green iris remains the main protagonist.
It is only very spicy if you press your nose on the back of your hand. From a distance it radiates a spiritual, inner peace, which I like very much. I can't analyse anything other than iris and narcissus out of the total work of art, if I didn't know about its other ingredients.

"Meander" is inhabited by a green iris spirit of the unfathomable, which I have fallen for ad hoc. The composition is so harmonious that I actually like to follow the marketing images of Amouage and just fly away. Uplifted by the Khareef, far above the province of Dhofar in Oman - as far as the spirit carries me!

In chapter 4 of the world-famous work "The Little Prince" by A. de Saint-Exupéry, the narrator wants to know that the main protagonist is actually from the asteroid B-612. Be-six-douze actually exists, even if under a different name. A fragrance from space. I'm curious...

For risks and side effects read the package insert and ask your doctor or pharmacist - because the beginning is harsh and if you hold your nose too close to your wrist, associations of a mentholated topical ointment shoot into your mind. This is probably already the cedar of heart notes, bold and fresh and quite green!

B-612 is ethereal green, but becomes much softer over time due to different woods and the everlasting "shady" lavender. This lavender is always present when the nose allows some distance to the action and then forms a part of barbershoppiness. The scent is a rather classic fougére scent with a distinct cedar note, which is something to keep in mind. Cedar and lavender go hand in hand and fit together quite well - the woods, patchouli and oakmoss do the darker work. B-612 looks coherently pine wood and exactly then it doesn't correspond to the idea of a relatively naked asteroid in space. The prince seems to have landed on Earth for a short time...

The sweetness at the end is very reserved, a little bitter and hardly worth mentioning. You shouldn't expect an oriental Sillage-Wummser here, but on the performance side he does quite well and stays on my skin all day long.

In short, with B-612 one gets a green-blue fougére, which finds a wonderful - not very sweet - middle between cedar freshness and shadow lavender. And that far away from the earth mainstream - far away in space.

Ibiza - late afternoon.

An offshore reef protects Cala Pada from the open sea. Fragrant pine trees on rugged, red sandy rocks line the beach, which slopes gently into the clear water. A long wooden jetty leads from the shore into the sea. Dangling legs trundle in the water. It's hot.

On the beach you will find several beach bars with nice, shady seats under the pine trees (Santalwalti and Melisse2 have made themselves comfortable there), a small souvenir shop sells beach fashion. Pollita tries a pair of sunglasses and shows them to AdAstra72, who laughingly waves them off.

Ice cream vendor Schoork blows into his giant clam every few minutes and wants to sell his treats. Children crowd around him, waving their pesetas wildly. A radio in the sand sounds "True" by Spandau Ballet. Mefunx floats past on a surfboard, the south wind giving him a hand. In a few years strange Bananaboats will do their mischief here...

Meanwhile Yatagan and Zauber600 explore the island on foot. The latter is very proud of his new achievement "Polo" by Ralph Lauren, which he spontaneously treated himself to at the airport. Everywhere you look you can smell wild aromatic plants, a mixture of bitter oranges and immortelle, dry grasses. Yatagan looks in vain for his lavender: it grows on the other side of the island. A pity. Today he has to be content with wild roses and a few mimosas. When they meet DrGourmand during their walk, they have to laugh out loud in the second moment. He also wears "Polo"!

Back at the beach you see your colleague Floyd from far away - lying in the sand. He doesn't need a lounger and the sun doesn't bother him, after all he has rubbed himself well with sun cream and will even wear Durgas El Cosmico in the future. Helena1411 assists EveMist with the next art shot with the Polaroid 1000, SchatzSucher.....yes, I wonder what.....finds a coconut after all.

It is getting evening, the sun's rays do not affect us so much anymore and Fittleworth prepares the food for all of us. He can do less than more with my Sex And The Sea Neroli - he prefers fresh, light scents. He just has to put up with me now. Late at night, Pinseltown presents us with SchatzSucher's coconut, which he has beheaded himself, from which he mixes a nice cocktail for everyone.

On the beach we dine deep into the night and glorify our beautiful life while reflecting on it! The radio plays Dolce Vita by Ryan Paris:

"It's our last night
Together with our love again
Another light
Before we drown in darkness
Say you'll never leave me now
Say you gonna love me now"

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Yes - and what's the smell now!? It's strangely great and simply awakens a feeling for exactly this scenery!

See you soon in 2020

Atanarjuat

Of course, we have all grown quite fond of our fragrance orchestra collections, and yet there are always very welcome guests. Those that you wear frequently, others awaken memories of times long past, you can literally smell yourself back into your own past by time machine

And then maybe there are the special scents. Those who can do something, create something that the others are just not able to do. With Luci dell'Est, Profumum Roma's special line has actually created a fragrance for me that stands out in a certain way. It's not even special in the sense of "creative mastery", no, it's even quite profane linear and maybe - at first sight of its scents - it's actually comparatively mass-compatible-simple.

The Scent Orchestra of the Eastern Lights brings together cardamom (fine in the background with the second violins), cedar (violas) and sandalwood (the cellos), plus a few patchouli woodwinds and the first violins. And these play: ......violets!! Yes, you are right, everything is already there! But here I encounter new nuances in the overall composition. One must therefore look at the whole thing symphonically: sounding together. Sometimes it is never easy to use violets profitably, because they actually play more often than you like, quite extroverted, loud solos
The fragrance here, however, appears wonderfully light and dark at the same time, the floral aspect always breaks through the coniferous cello sound, carried by our woodwinds. The soft expression of the First Violet violins, which are sometimes difficult in other fragrances, weaves itself into the sound carpet in an outstandingly harmonious way and inspires. Mich.

What I like most of all is that the fragrance is so subdued - almost simple - in its effect. At the same time it is by no means a wimp and never lets the wearer down. It's a kind of statement: "Look, I don't need an idée fixe, like the obligatory head note solo, the serotonin steam hammer-540 or the pound of oud. I am rather the silent observer of any scenery and speak when it really matters!"

This orchestra plays the sound of still, deep water and its light instruments are able to smell surprisingly undiscovered, introverted, but never strange.