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If someone had told me two years ago that I would once add an Attar worth 100 euros per milliliter on perfume and then comment on it, I would probably have dropped a tester at Douglas. But now it is. And we have to go through it now.

Attached by forum posts I blindly ordered 1ml "Tabac Grande", in order to create new shores in the fragrance jungle. After testing some Attars from Imperial Oud and Abdul Karim Al Faransi, the Pasha package reached me. Although the big tobacco was not the big deal for me, the quality was obvious (the flacon was allowed to move on successfully). But in the envelope there were two small samples that watched reverently under the foothills of the Sultan's seal. Despite the small quantities, the fragrance compositions radiate directly into the brain when the mini-vessels are opened. My favorite of the trio was, how could it be otherwise, Cheval d'Arabie. Since I couldn't read the label, I asked the creator himself and learned from Sultan that the fragrance hasn't been launched yet - it doesn't get any more exclusive than that. Since then I stand in front of the mirror every morning and tell myself how special I am.

The novel-like scent pyramid may be taken apart by the usual suspects. If Spiegel Online were to tell me that there is a new chemical weapon called chrysanthemum, I would believe it.

I sent my first fragrance impression to an interested perfumer. At that time, I had neither a fragrance pyramid nor a fragrance description at hand. These are the following words:

- Now I am walking on black ice - without any scents at all. Looks like a rose oud fragrance to me. Reminds me at least of the one pure oud oil I have (the author seems to be really special, editor's note). Either a fruity note resonates or it is a fruity oud. Only very slight horse stable associations (which would fit the name). The rose is dark red (but does not go into blackness), but is floating. Very deep and pleasant to smell. -

Well, the fragrance description is now online and I read descriptions like "only for the brave" and "wildly animalic". As someone who is afraid of scents like "Oud Luwak" and "Absolue Pour Le Soir", you might be a little bit surprised. But the more I smell the sample, the more I understand the horse association. The animalistic manifests itself in my perception less as faecal variation, but rather as a bubbling dynamic that lifts the other scents. This is what I originally meant by the depth discussed. Suggestion or not - in fact my scent impression has changed since the first encounter.
I'm not a fan of tearjerkers, but if a love movie has a good script, I still watch it. This is more or less the same with the rose. But of course translated into the world of thrillers and dramas.
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There are a few days between this sentence and the last one. In the meantime, the sample set of Sultan Pasha has reached me, including Cheval Arabie, which I now wear. So I can rule out that my pre-rehearsal was only a demo version. After application, my synapses immediately reach a full, thick, almost fleshy bed of roses. For me, the rose notes are dominant, but as described above, there is something bubbling about them that makes the fragrance exciting but also very restless. I am quite honest: without the pyramid of scents I could not assign this ominous fragrance carpet. Present, however, is the Oud, which reminds me of my mini rehearsal of the so-called Yunnan-Oud. This is in contrast to the Hindi-Oud from China, but apparently has similar characteristics. I find it bitter, slightly fruity, not fecal, but definitely cowsty-esque and latently sweaty. This matches the oud impression, which the Arabian horse gallops to the surface. From the other notes I see a musty but not very musty patchouli hiding behind the roses.

Overall, I would attest the fragrance a certain basic moisture. Juicy is not the right word. But at least the story presented here doesn't take place in the desert. Rather in a dark fairytale landscape, where 80% of the day has passed and the moor is not far away. The colour of the roses has not yet been completely swallowed by the approaching darkness, the said oud mixes with the wind blowing over from the bog. But we are not alone. There were animals on the moor, which fortunately could control their bowel movements. But you have left some fur on which the liveliness of the original carriers has rubbed off. Personally, I cannot smell out civet and beaver's horny in isolation, but in my opinion they contribute to the bubbling. As it progresses, the notes become more and more blended, the roses lose their red and take on a brownish shimmer. The fragrance becomes somewhat drier, resins shine through.

The fact that Sultan Pasha uses synthetics only in exceptional cases is very striking. As I said before, I am not a fan of roses, nor is Cheval d'Arabie a fragrance that will make it into my deliberately small collection so quickly (perhaps simply too advanced). But I have never smelled rose so authentically with other brands. All in all, I can only recommend these attars to everyone - discovering such high-quality, natural oils makes you feel good, regardless of your own taste.

When I first saw the prices of these Attars, my jaws hit the ground at the speed of light. The price range per millilitre is between 50 and 135 pounds. But in the meantime I see the price structure in a more differentiated way. I applied the sample with the rounded end of a thicker staple and can perceive the scent well. I don't know if I could ever use 3ml of this fragrance. These are therefore extremely highly concentrated oils. Added to this are the naturalness and high quality of the ingredients. If you then consider what other niche houses are calling for in terms of prices for synthetic fragrances, it's almost clear that this is the case again. At least I will keep an eye on the "cheaper" oils of the brand.

In conclusion, I maintain that I do not perceive the scent as wildly animalistic, but that the animalism finds its way through the discussed dynamics into the scent memory. "Al Hareem", for example, I found strongly animalistic and unpleasant at the first trial smell. Cheval d'Arabie does not (yet) suit my taste, but the refinement and naturalness of this composition fascinates me. It is always exciting to discover completely new fragrance worlds even after more than two years of almost daily research. I recommend the fragrance to all rose fans and every oud connoisseur - but also to "normal" fragrance fans like me who want to broaden their horizons.

I will not make an evaluation, as I am aware that I could not do 100% justice to the complexity of the fragrance. But it was exciting. Now it has become night. Time to jump into the bog again and watch the roses move as if they were waving to me

Elysium Cologne is a Roja for the masses, I have read. Certainly written by a very hopeful person. I too would like to live in a world where the masses lived in such butter-soft comfort that they would spend 270 euros on a perfume. Respect therefore to the social critical statement. And a true core is actually resonating: It is a fragrance that is well received. For many here the epitome of the lack of quality. But I realized in a clear moonlit night for me that I have no problem with it, if my presence does not empty whole subway cars (yes, I ride the subway, just delete my account). And if the ingratiation smells as qualitative and deep as it does here - then I like to be the crowd.

First of all, you should know that I am not a friend of Freshies, and certainly not of Roja Dove. Luxury for luxury's sake. Not organically out of itself, but imposed by great stories, glittering flacons and astronomical prices, which only half of the masses can afford. But still: Instead of artificial scarcity, Roja lives productivity and brings new fragrances onto the market every hour. I admit, I wanted to be part of the elite. But only Elysium could win my heart. As part of the mass, I must now break a lance for this fragrance.

I'm not really the type to wear black afgano to sports. Maybe in 10 years, but for now I'll have to be content with my present tender disposition. My first fragrance love was and is Green Irish Tweed by Creed. A green-fresh and creamy all-rounder. But even in the evergreen segment, variety does not hurt. Elysium Cologne didn't immediately cast a spell over me, but when it did, the magic came with uncompromising consistency. There was no lengthy discussion. In a few months, I've breathed half of the bottle away. My lungs are definitely fine. Thanks for asking.

Here, the freshness theme is clearly and distinctly touched upon, but not completely carried through in the classical sense. For me, a particularly creamy melt makes the difference. An enamel with depth and implied darkness. All very close together. The scents make sense, but wouldn't have been clear individually, although I am of course maximally talented (the one in Aventus is pineapple, you amateurs). I mean, to smell out benzene and vanilla in the background. At least the citric freshness with dimmed acidity lies on a warm, very broad base bed. As the fragrance evolves, it becomes drier, woodier and retains its elegant character, which is as appropriate for leisure as it is for formal stories.

With Bleu de Chanel and Sauvage I get a headache - not my case at all. Here the sweetness has a pleasantly warm counterbalance and the fragrances make a natural impression. On durability: Lost my stopwatch in 2006. But I can reveal so much that the scent lasts very well, even several hours after spraying I was asked about the Roja. And there we come to the next point: The people love this shit. Whether on dates or in the work environment, Elysium Cologne has shown me truly faithful compliment getter services from the reactions at the massapealing level. Comes in good, lasts, smells good, you can buy it. If you're part of the masses. Because as a perfume connoisseur you should definitely not lower yourself to 270 euros. Dignity implodes. I was torn too. The lack of security then brought me the compliments. In the meantime I really like to wear the scent. It's lucky that he happens to be really good. Sometimes everything just fits together. Even if the person next to me doesn't flinch. Learned something again.

Like a dark train, the dim image rattles through my still virgin scent imagination. Did I even want to test a scent that apparently opens the door to the afterlife and uncovers dark forces? Trembling and circularly wet I closed the scent side, burned the WLAN modem, tried to forget Black Afgano. Perhaps the mere reading of the awesome comments had already summoned the forces in question to the plan. Maybe it was too late already.

Narcotic. Mystical. Drug frenzy in the darkroom. In the past, people would go to areas of the Amazon to communicate ritually with beings from other spheres, but now this was apparently in spray form. That was out of the question for me newbie scent. When I wanted to communicate with beings from other spheres, I went to the next Penny and asked the aggressive staff about Quinoa. This is how I had done it so far and saw no reason to change my habits. So many fragrance creations passed my nostrils, the earth turned around diligently, Black Afgano was not an issue.

But one day the uncanny forces of the black Afghan waved through detours into my reality. A perfume buddy said the unbelievable: Everything not so wild at all, beautiful smell, one can test times. Was he already taken in by the darkness and wanted to lure me in madness into the seeping moor of the Harz Oud notes? The imaginary order button pressed itself, now there was no way back. At least since Jeremy Fragrance I knew that fragrances could make gold-plated The-Rock-Johnsons out of self-respecting freaks. Maybe they were able to pull a freshly bathed angel like me to the dark side.

The bottling was now there. The sky was cloudless that day. The promised demons had apparently got their act together on the way to me. The first sprayer was carried out without earthquake and without near-death experience.

My fragrance: Deep, dark, almost juicy in the dark. There's no dirt, freshly polished tops. Fortunately, the cowshed and the fox house lie on different latitudes. Although the fragrance shows a clear edge through the resins and the woody herbaceousness, it looks round to me as a whole. I actually perceive the mysticism mentioned - only without magical distortions of reality. Because he has something original in him, something that appeals to the basic instincts. When one was still surrounded by smoking wood under the open sky and could be worked by herbaceous miracle cures the senses. But I don't necessarily see Black Afgano in globetrotters who are fighting their way through nature in search of the initial. The perfume carries the original much more compressed in itself and unfolds it contemporary on the urban playground. Because Black Afgano is noble and noble motifs help in case of doubt in nature only to a limited extent. I see him unfolding his magic in dimmed bars, on the slopes, at upscale occasions and in rustic pubs. Because it combines edge with avant-garde chic.

Black Afgano speaks to something in me that I can't exactly verbalize. He's moving something. And that's exactly what I expect from scents. That they rest in themselves, but still move. The shelf life is extreme, the dosage makes the poison here. Considering the potency and the peculiarity of the fragrance, 124 Euros for 30ml Extrait de Parfum is fine from my point of view. What surprised me the most was the external impact of the Black Afgano. So far I have received only positive feedback from my age group (under 30, I am still an infant). A friend of mine, who doesn't deal with the topic in detail, couldn't decide between Black Afgano and Aventus when choosing her favorites from my small collection.

In the nightlife the black Afghan floats in spite of his heaviness with ease over the scent bubble of cotton candy, swimming pool and vanilla cake. He should not be underestimated. I can see him dressing up fast. A certain casual presence of the wearer helps. I am lucky in this case that the DNA lottery has provided me with physical conditions that are well compatible with the scent. But in the end it works on every person who feels comfortable with it and therefore wears it. Nevertheless, one cannot transfer the individual experiences here 1:1 to each person. That's rarely smart, in this case pretty stupid.

Towards the base, I like it a little less, which in these dimensions is nothing more than a side note. The juicy, dark depth is now drier and lined with more smoke. Black Afgano is for me in the right dosage a well wearable dark wood smell, which tolerates the sun only with cold temperatures. Noble, strong and distinctive. And that comes from someone who's having trouble with dirty oud scents. The comments on Parfumo must always be seen in the context of the author's fragrance preferences. Black Afgano has naturalness in it, but remains contemporary at the same time. Basic instincts go hand in hand with trained civilization.

The dark train was on its way to the thicket of the Amazon. But itineraries change, demons make different plans, and scent sensations are different. That's why I now call a bottle of juicy darkness my own and look forward to every opportunity to show the originality in me the city

There are scents that don't immediately give you a full charge of endorphins. Fragrances that you find most interesting when you smell them for the first time and that you push off onto the sample compost like disappointing Tinder dates. So I could imagine I myself am, of course, a gentleman of the first order. The comparison is of course interpretable like Tuscan Leather - Unisex. Hee-hee! Sexism is a misplaced term here. Bad jokes absolutely not. I just don't care about anything.

But somehow these fragrances make it back into consciousness via detours. And for some unknown reason one discovers aspects that were not visible before. The fragrance grows and surprises. Or rather, it is one's own perception that does this. Perhaps that speaks for the complexity of those fragrances. For me, these are ultimately the creations that I find special and noteworthy. To detonate the bomb: Tuscan Leather is such a fragrance to me.

He didn't say. Young young, blatant suspense.

I started my fruit leather journey with the Arabi Cana, which has only remote similarities to the Ford. Zoomed closer to the theme, the infamous raspberry revealed itself to me for the first time at La Yuqawam. After intensive research I was sure, at least in theory, that you had to be extremely stupid and horny to choose the Tuscan Leather. There would be cheaper variants, 98% of which would smell the same (the German language can be really unattractive, now I'm thinking of gay rays, thank you very much too. This is NOT National Geographic, language!). I had imagined the Rasasi to be much more violent and striking. A syrupy raspberry note dominated the leather. That didn't smell bad, but it wasn't enough for me. Later I added the Oro 1920 (already great, but too woody and smoky for me) and the Godolphin (very noble and round, but now too fruity and smooth for me).

At first I found the Tuscan Leather to be too rough, edgy, cold and yes - somehow unsympathetic. I felt a cold leather powder, if there was such a thing. Not for nothing is it compared to the smell of white powder. The whole thing was too unapproachable for me. Though noble and well done.

Joa, and then in the meantime I got addicted to cocaine, and now I like him. Bye!

Okay, that's a lie.

Over time I found the other contestants (except the Oro) too fruity and too dear. After I went through my hit list sample bag again, I noticed TL. Every time I sprayed it on again, it rose in my favor. The rough note, which I previously found unappealing, is now for me the necessary striking masculinity that I seek in such a fragrance. The ratio of fruit, leather and smoke is just right. Somebody explain the world to me.

Tuscan Leather starts off rather pungent, with a lot of smoke, that said powder note (but completely different from what I usually associate with "powdery"), a lot of leather and a floating raspberry note that doesn't push too much into the foreground. The show doesn't change much with the scent. I think that's perfectly all right, too. When I look at Mission Impossible, I don't want the debile cinema owner to suddenly throw in Rosamunde Pilcher. The fragrance is woven a little softer and finer at most, but remains striking throughout and offers an edge that drifts into the masculine and gives the noble aura the necessary character. The raspberry has the courage to do something, but remains a team player.

The durability is great. How to measure the Sillage, I don't know now either (see my comment at the Ore). Am I Superman? Do you have to make an astral journey out of your own body to sniff parallel for a moment? Questions over questions.

I've read a few times that Tuscan Leather is a scent for guys with a rocking leather jacket, Gerard Depardieu says moderately. I don't see it that way. I see an elegant man with a certain charisma. The black leather jacket is modern, smooth, shiny, only a few pockets and zippers adjust the view to the essentials. Probably the wearer has rather stood and is over 35. I am clearly under there, but at least in my case I see no problem and am sure that I am not alone with it.

Tuscan Leather clearly stands out from the crowd, but should also please the mainstream or at least be perceived as particularly positive. I have already worn the scent to work and did not feel disguised at all. Here, too, one's own perception is king. At least I wasn't lynched. Successful working day, I'd say.

In the blind test I recognize TL immediately and can distinguish him from the other suspects. And it's certainly not my nose. Quality can also be found elsewhere. It's the mix that finally does it. And that's a matter of taste. For me Tuscan Leather has the nose in front for the reasons mentioned.

I start off relaxed with 10ml and if my friends didn't say goodbye to me at the end of the bottling because I suddenly have the charisma of a Colombian drug boss who imaginarily distributes animal heads in beds, then a bottle could be a possibility. You just have to know what you want. That's where Tuscan Leather comes in.