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Is it necessary to bother with such expensive fragrances? When is the limit reached?

We're talking 30ml / $485 here. Why is this stuff so expensive?

Ensar, the man who made real oud presentable. Kudos from my side. He has always believed in his oud and has continued to crawl for months through every jungle in Asia, in search of THE special eagle wood.

By now, he's grown so big that I don't think he can manage it all on his own anymore. So many diverse oud releases, so many new perfumes. I think he has a sound team together building fragrances for the label. Ensar's knowledge of oud and his collection of oud distillates is obviously a huge advantage in the oud niche.

But now, on to the fragrance!

EO Green starts with a remarkably bitter yuzu accord, fleshy, strong and shrill. A kind of water mist accompanies the whole thing, like a subtle aqua note. This could be the lotus. The oakmoss blows in more green moisture, I also smell herbs, mosses, green tea. Very subtle and somewhat hidden, jasmine looks around in the damp green.

Over all this hovers a fresh, ethereal note, like mint or camphor with some citrus. This smells like a bright, citrusy incense to me. Something earthy and pungent resonates now, somewhat reminiscent of fresh ginger. This is where the ouds kick in and steer the scent into darker greener levels. Dark woods, wet woods, old woods. Roots are there, trampled earth, clay. Acetone sandalwood.

A scent experience beyond compare. Here is nothing fecal or animalic, there are beautiful oud distillates in it. The other very high quality substances (I swear almost there are other things in it than specified) support the different Oud characters perfectly and get the maximum out. With so many different ouds, it's difficult for the fragrance not to collapse in on itself and for the ingredients not to blow each other's lights out.

Now the question, is it worth the money? That's for everyone to decide for themselves. Everything here is Natural (at least that's what it smells like) and the components are all First Class. From the Oud we do not need to speak, at Ensar the best Oud in the world is used. All of this is extremely expensive, and the concentration of oil here is considerably high. But as always, the price is generated by the market price and the customer's willingness to pay. So I don't think Ensar is starving.

Certainly, even for old perfume buffs, it casts a new perspective on perfume. Especially on natural perfume. Stamped as esoteric and health food fragrances years ago, natural perfumes are experiencing a heyday right now. And Ensar was one of the pioneers. He had the balls to launch a natural perfume that costs 500 quid. To put alcohol under the classic attars and fill the whole thing into spray bottles. And it goes on and on for Ensar. He has now reached the clientele that will soon snatch the bottles out of his hand for 1500$. Hats off!

Vacation. Shango wanted a vacation. He was content with himself, with working in the garage - he felt he deserved to escape the humid heat and the legions of mosquitoes that populated his home by the swamp. That's right - to visit Neal. Neal, hammer-throwing, crazy, good ol' Neal. Rock Springs, Texas. Twelve hour drive. Hot, too, but not as humid as the swamp. Shango packed his bags and climbed into his yellow Thunderbird.

Twelve hours later. The Riverspring campground was at the end of the village. He passed through the barrier and walked to a crooked cottage with a corrugated iron roof. "Hello reception?"
A young Mexican woman popped her gum. "Mhhh? Good afternoon mister. Are you Shango?" Shango nodded affirmatively. Neal had probably announced Him.
"Here's the map to the exit. Neal's trailer is in the back on the right. Colored. Lots of colors. Heading for the desert."
She smiled as she slipped Shango the map and a chewy candy.

He returned to his Thunderbird as he stuck the candy between his teeth, lost in thought. "In the back, on the right. There's only one way around here"

The trailer was impossible to miss. An old, very large trailer. A painted-on eye stared back at Shango. The iris in rainbow colors. It was beginning to fluoresce. Shango shook his head and kept walking, knocking on the door of the trailer. No one answered. He sat down on the green bench in front of the trailer. How thirsty he was. Luckily, he'd taken enough orange soda with him. His own orange soda. Home-bought. No more of Neal's. No, he wasn't making that mistake again. Never again. (History --> "Lampblack | Fzotic / Bruno Fazzolari" )

Suddenly, a strong scent of tangerines assaulted his nose. Bursting, ripe tangerines. He looked around, while at the gnarled creosote bush, which faced him PLOPP PLOPP PLOPP green limes were growing in record time. Fist-sized things! Damn it! He rubbed his eyes in amazement. The limes were bursting open, one by one. Where the bitter citrus juice splashed, the dry sandy soil disappeared into nothingness and in seconds, a lush, green cypress grew straight up out of the ground. Fascinating. Shango poured his orange soda into the sand and muttered incomprehensibly. A wind came up and mixed the bitter scents of the Hesperides, with the green sap of the cypress trees.

Shango ran to a wide hole in the ground. Neal had probably started digging himself a pool.
He was about to start shoveling when green tips of a grass sprouted from the loose soil. Before his eyes, the things sprouted from the ground as if in fast motion. "Nag, Nag, Nagar... this can't be....!" Spicy hot aroma shot towards Him, smoky and bitter at the same time, vegetal and earthy. Leaves formed from the blades of grass, hanging down the sides like palm leaves. Blossoms exploded from the center of the plant, starry like citrus fireworks, and before Shango's eyes it went white and he realized he was toppling forward into the hole in the ground.

Shango fell softly, herbaceous earthy roots catching Him and gently pulling Him into the Texan soil. Warm, soft and comforting scents welcomed His nose, He swam through amber earth, inhaling sweet gray clouds of incense until He was stuck in sticky resinous black labdanum. A thousand creosote leaves waved at Him from the labdanum haze and He waved back, laughing and celebrating. A huge yellow creosote flower breathed something into His ear with green tea breath that sounded like "angosuvehückte UUUND." Roots grabbed Him and he slipped away from the incense and creosote tea.

"You crazy dog! Shango, damm me if it ain't my swamp Shango!!!" screamed Neal in His ear as he shook Him incessantly and patted the dirt off His back. "What the hell were you doing in my pool?" and he let out his brute laugh.
Shango rubbed the sand out of his eyes and behind Neal, he spotted the young Mexican girl from the front desk. "My girls name hererrrr is Flora! Already met her, huh! She's got a thing for chewy sweets..." there was Neal's laughter again and Shango had realized everything in a flash.

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Sigil Scent is a small Artisanal - company from California / USA, which produces your fragrances from 100% botanicals. Patrick Kelly is the nose of Sigil Scent. The scents are available in many US shops, also in GB and Italy. Sampler sets can also be purchased.

The scent makes my skin crawl!

A dark, old oak barrel stands there, mossy and weathered from months at sea. Black rum is in it, sharp and with lots of ester it pops in my nose. No Spanish sugar fuzz, this is Jamaican overproof. Bags of spices are around, cinnamon maybe, some nutmeg. There's a little bag of saffron, too.

Suddenly there's a green-smoky spiciness, strange, like burning peat. Also a bit metallic or like brass. And actually reminds of gunpowder. I remember "Black Powder | Teone Reinthal Natural Perfume", there the top note was similar, but with more citrus.

Alternately comes now rum&barrel, smoke, spices until we are sucked after about 4h in the patchouliTabak Nirvana. There is still some vanilla comes up. Insanely good the stuff.

We're talking Botanical Perfume here. How it managed to create this incredibly complex and varied middle part is incredible. I am very surprised. This is the best rum accord I have smelled in a perfume so far.

Durability is just another topic... 4-5h with me, then is out. The samples come in hearty little bottles with built-in rollerpen! The oil you can roll comfortably on the skin. Cool thing

So Tsingy trips over the limestone peaks,
weightless as lime smoke, one foot after the other, while the ginger burns hot as the sun on the moist yellow flowers of Nosy Be - fine, hot, spicy and gallant. Green fleshy leaves Combava break open and release your essential juice. Temples are ready. Incense sticks glow in the darkness. The earth breaks open and Tsingy disappears into the eternal cycle of being.

A spicy and exotic fragrance, with a clear floral note, but neither lush nor fleshy. It fits perfectly between the spicy ginger and green essential citrus notes. In the background, there are champaka-like incenses and the fragrance ends earthily on patchouli and vetiver.

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With Parfumeurs du Monde, Thierry Bernard has realized his dream - a project in which he and his team - consisting of his friends Michel Roudniska, Perrine Scandel, Isabelle Gelle and Jean Claude & Eric Gigodot as perfumers, rely 100% on natural ingredients. Bontanical Perfume that is.

Also interesting Thierry Bernards second project "parfumeurs sans frontiers" Here developing countries and e.g. tribes are supported with money, manpower and know-how, this with the production of essential oils or CO2-extracts. Cooperatives were founded and people trained to grow more indigenous aromatic plants and to be able to use them for perfumery or to sell them.

Thierry Bernard has lived many years on Martinique and is specialized in the extraction of tropical plants

The rain had been heavy the last few days. Nature had needed it. The earth was dark, almost black and stuck to my shoe tread like a second sole. By now it had warmed up again, the sun squeezed through the old pines and I walked on, away from the sea.

At an overgrown tangerine plantation I stopped and sat down on a stone. Burst fruit, disemboweled by animals, lined the ground. The tangerine peels had been, by the already strong spring sun, almost baked hard. With a stick I scraped the dirt from my shoes - the almost black, sticky mire smelled of peat and clay.

From here on, the pine forest thinned out. The sun blazed down and I walked on a carpet of pine needles - bobbing, soft and warm, poking ethereal - flashing fresh summer clouds around my nose. The rain and mire of the last few weeks was forgotten.

Gently swaying Monterey cypresses lined my path back toward the coast, the gnarled old and misshapen trunks had turned almost white from wind, salt and sun.

Here it was warm, breezy, damp and light - a few chunks of clay still peeked out of the ground here and there and I found myself heading towards a coastal village. A scent of freshly milled wood assaulted my nose. Fresh, caked-on sawdust tumbled from the machine and covered the ground. Warm, spicy and smoky - there was something sacred about the smell of dead trees.

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Chris Rusak has dared to combine his "Io | Chris Rusak" and the "Timbre (Eau de Parfum) | Chris Rusak" with this new work. IO enjoys a kind of cult status among artisan perfume lovers. Effectively, I unfortunately never had the pleasure with the IO.

The perfume starts very dark, earthy and peaty. In fact, it reminds me of the old "Bat (2015) | Zoologist" at the beginning. The earthy, wet, mineral cave smell, but without the exotic fruits.

With the shrill citrus comes the brightness, and with the pines and cypresses at the latest, the warmth of the sun. An exciting, even if it takes some getting used to! The smoke is warm and clearly we find a good dose of incense as well. Spicy, but light and airy with the woods. Here it reminds me of "Woodcut | Olympic Orchids Artisan Perfumes" but without the caramelized sweetness that Woodcut had.

In the drydown, we find cool cedar. The durability is exceptionally good with +10h

A great fragrance study by Chris, not as easily wearable as "Timbre (Eau de Parfum) | Chris Rusak" but still well wearable. For the not so hard-boiled, it applies to survive the earth-morass part ;-)

many thanks to M3000, which has instigated me to this spontaneous purchase. Merci!