Dustymusky

What made me buy this fragrance was a good bit of curiosity about the many woody scents that are otherwise hard to find in the Parfumo database, but which clearly suggest a deep forest. Larch is present in eleven listed perfumes, European larch is not in the database at all. Searching for white fir cone doesn't come up with any success either, but entering "white" in the fragrance search engine leads to some surprising suggestions : blue-green willow?? Only contained in the fragrance "Leonore" by Red Dear Grove, together with sweet pea ?! - All right, go on !. Beaujolais wine !? Found in "Wine and Roses" by Soul Purpose. All entirely uncommented fragrances so far. After finishing this unexpected educational journey on Google, I still note: black pine and alpine cedar seem to be other unique selling points of Amber Teutonic.

About the fragrance: a purchased sample revealed to me a truly extraordinary aroma. Soft resinous, with slightly cool fruit, distantly woody - and superficially some sweetness, which seems strangely familiar, but can not be immediately classified. No matter - perhaps a bit befuddled, but Teutonic brashly rushed forward and the flacon hunted down - er - bought, imposes itself on the second wearing immediately the sweetish note again. To which of these noble woods do you belong? Yes, now I know what it is! It smells like coconut! Ouch!!! Instead of being in a Teutonic forest myth, I'm standing under a coconut palm? What a spoiler! And once you have an image in your head, you can't easily get rid of it. Do you want to take it straight to the souk? That would be very unteutonic! The greatest sword-wielding Teuton of all times didn't run away just because he couldn't do anything with his sword, but threw tree trunks at the dragon. The direct approach to new fragrances is not always the best. Self-deception takes place in one's own head, so why not deceive one's own self-deception? When this sweet aroma jumps out at me, I ask: And what mystical coconut are you? Yes, now I smell it! A superficial, exotic resinous aroma, with cool tart fruit and mystical, coniferous ethereal tones right behind. Later on, the woody notes come out more clearly. You can do it! My advice: try twice before buying.

Edit: with the log Siegfrid can hold out for a long time. 12 hours at four on the chest !

In my nose, the fruity-juicy, tart cedar wood theme is one of, if not the most attractive fragrance mix of modern perfumery. At Cedrat Boise, the game begins with currant, which is also used very skilfully in other Mancera fragrances. Anyone who has ever smelled the synthesized raw material in concentrated form, however, wonders after waking up from a coma how such a perverse scent can smell so good in small quantities. At least that's the case with the currant taste

Over the course of several hours, the initially barely perceptible wood note increases to this typical tart to slightly coked aroma. Very sexy! However, I always have to hold back and not apply more than three sprays, otherwise I experience a perception gap that lasts for several hours and the coked aroma at the end disappears. Any of the contained fragrances temporarily knock out my olfactory receptors if the dose becomes too high. Then do not change the bottle under any circumstances, otherwise you risk the outbreak of an acute "Batcheritis".

I find the many fruit variations at the various openings of this genre interesting, which you can find on the market. Always somehow different and yet similar. I have some of them in my collection and I like to wear them all. Citrus power in Armaf CdN, citrus mate in Vilhelm's Black Citrus - which is tarter than Jever beer -, red berries in Steve McQueen's Mythic - a rare but very appealing variation - and then the pineapple. But I only have it as a clone - a real eclat - because the royal high-priced shortness of breath makes "pine apple" a "pain apple" for me

The pineapple combination seems to trigger a psychotic reoccurrence in some quarters, with an avalanche-like reinforcing effect. Buy as many variations as possible blindly, write a review, resell. If someone writes a comparison with the supposed king and proclaims a new insult to majesty, a few more will follow within a few weeks. In any case, there are more comparative opinions on Cedrat Boise alone than there are fruit varieties in perfumes. Only one is worth reading - that of ElWedo below. I quote the only true would-be king of all time: I'd rather go pineapple growing in Alaska than read another comparison like that.

Right up front - this is a totally fascinating perfume and I think it's great. No facet of the fragrance, including the hunting, ordering, delivery, payment, catching, unpacking, spraying and wearing has been boring so far.
In search of a citrus-fruity oud I came across this sweetheart. After sighting on Fragrantica the check on Parfumo: The description of miniature golf below is apt and has fanned my hunting instinct. Unfortunately I could not find a dealer in Europe. All right, ordered on Ebay from a dealer in Kuwait with good reviews. Two hours after the order confirmation the shipping confirmation comes - truly express, I think - from the somehow Japanese sounding dealer with the remark: "You are a wonderful customer! Uh-oh! Another three days later, on my way home, I get a call from unknown: "Hello? Michaeeel!? We'll bring your package in 10 minutes - costs 57 Euro 11 Cent!" What? "Yeah, package from Kuwait!" ... Oh, so snappy?... ...and ... man, they're too long in customs! ... and to the supplier: I still have to go by the bank... "Yaaaah, no problem, we'll wait!". Coming to my driveway and before I can get angry about the rancid van in front of it, a couple is scurrying around the car, rummage between another delivery - grey-brown rags and an old toolbox? - a small package comes out, from the glove compartment the customs invoice, and from the spare wheel a bag with change - sic! Well, that was something!
Inside the house I unwrap the perfume box from about 10 m of foil - and open it. A heavy, oriental engraved metal lid is enthroned on the glass flacon. I had one of these on my powder horn when I was still capturing Portuguese in the Strait of Zanzibar! The beautiful painting from the photo turns out to be a blue, drawn plastic and a kind of breastplate made of dark green plastic beads framed in plasitk as well as three large, flattened, hardened wine gums with finely needled hole groups. The spray button comes as an aluminium injection moulding, the pressure point has to be overcome, and with an amazingly sonorous "klunk" it produces a broadly sprayed, very fine aerosol that outshines any BMW direct injection valve. I give every single score from 1 to 10 for this emirate jet submarine, makes 85.
The fragrance is...a light lemon with a slight baking powdery undertone on animal oud with spice. Wow! Never smelled before! Cowshed? Absolutely! But hey - if you spray Far Eastern oud on your neck, it's your own fault. Next time, aim well below the neckline and under the clothes. Then the cow barn is like a kissing frog. The result is as miniature golf describes it (see below). The expert evaluation of this Arabian wonder orchestra on this page is as colourful as the bottle. The pie chart of the community says: place 1, woody: 24%. 2nd place, oriental, creamy, citric : 12% each, 3rd place: animal, fresh, resinous, spicy, aquatic, floral, green : 6% each. Watch out, you designer perfumers, here you can get inspired for the next flanker! Animal-fresh-creamy, hmmm, that would be something new! So, folks, the perfume here is a bit of a gamble. Something for smelly pirates It's played with the whole scent orchestra including fart and burp, but it's not too loud. Fits all occasions - really, but don't lower your gaze - and all seasons, warmer is better though.

Hajar! Your Dustymusky

Sunshine Man inspires most of the perfumes here to associations with beach and summer evenings. But for me it is the perfect winter scent. Sun, yes of course, but preferably in the morning in the freezing cold. Why? Cold temperatures really bring out the genius of this fragrance mixture.

Sunshine Man is a modern interpretation of the classic lavender-vanilla combination in the style of Caron pour un Homme and Chopard Heaven. Walk towards Serge Lutens Gris Claire, and then keep walking. The lavender here has a more herbaceous scent, probably due to the sage and strawflower. The orange liqueur completely replaces the vanilla in the beginning. Only in the course of time (i.e. in the office 4-5 hours later) the vanilla aspect is added, but wood, juniper berry, and tonka bean, I suppose, colour the vanilla bitterly. However, all these aspects are mixed in such a way that my perception always hangs in the balance: lavender herb, orange herb liqueur, vanilla wood. A real masterpiece, in my opinion

I love to ride my bike to the train station in the cold with this scent around my nose and wait on the platform for the train. The usual delays do not bother me then. This herbaceous interplay between lavender and orange liqueur during the first hours is simply fantastic. At warm temperatures, the lavender herbaceous aspect recedes somewhat, the vanilla-sweetish aspects come out a little. It is now mid-February, the day before yesterday it was 16 degrees in Cologne. It seems that the summer faction could enjoy the Sunshine Man with its sweeter aspects for a long time this year. But I hope for a few more cold weeks at the end of February and beginning of March. If these do not occur, you will have to wait, and you will not be able to experience the herbaceous, orange-sweetened magic until a frosty sunny day in the coming winter

The working day begins - in the wintery forest. A few juniper trees are felled - that was clearly the order of the day. The bitter-tart, somewhat bulky smell of the freshly cut wood hangs in the air and challenges us. After felling, during delimbing, splitting and stacking, resin emerges from the wood and mixes with the gentle smell of the needles lying around. The odeur as a whole becomes more woody and spicy. It's lunchtime, a wooden pipe is carved to pass the time. The scent seems to gradually disappear. To see if the pipe lies well in mouth, it is stuffed with a spicy tobacco. The now tobacco-flavoured juniper forest scent has become warmer, albeit subtle and quite close in character. But every time we think we can't smell anything anymore, a slight gush follows. The pipe will not be lit. Later at home, in the evening, the scent mixture can still be guessed. I feel like a snack now, then a Schleenschnaps by the fireplace. All in all a very appealing scent composition, not commonplace, reserved, not necessarily light fare. The tart woody contrast with the warm tobacco resinous base note is impressive. The fragrance appears authentic and natural - simply well done. I have nothing in my collection of woody scents that resembles this one. A nice working day with En from Svensk Parfym comes to an end, which I would like to repeat.