Samsamaran
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Samsamaran
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A fragrant journey through an ancient time
I've had Terror and Magnificence lying here for a few months now and I've been thinking about a comment for a while. Somehow I always ended up rejecting him
In itself, I can't add much to Maggi's comment in the sense of an olfactory analysis. Instead, my nose is overwhelmed (or overtaxed) by the work. What remains for me is to reproduce the fragrance journey as an experience.
Terror and Magnificence. Beaufort is taking up a topic here. It is reported by an architect named Nicholas Hawksmoor. His work includes the integration of ancient Egyptian symbolism into the Christian church he planned. Beaufort even refers to this gentleman as "the devil's architect". To what extent this is true I would like to leave to church historians and experts. The church on the bottle is on the mood-setting moment for the fragrance. Gloomy, pointed, threatening, the building is enthroned centrally on the smooth, black surface.
And here begins the fragrance journey I perceive. It starts out stinging. A puff of cold smoke rises. The kind of smoke that rises from an almost extinguished fire. There's no embers whatsoever. One feels transported to a gloomy forest. Something bad happened here not too long ago. Was it a gang of robbers who broke camp? Or did the Sheriff's henchmen set fire to their remains? I don't care, just get out of here. Here is a moment of "terror" that the name already brings.
This synthetic of cold and smoke remains, but something new is added. One steps out of the forest into stands of an old venerable building. An old church. But at a time when the gentlemen still had something to say. When an angry look and a reprimanding word could decide about one's own path in life. You enter the church. It is still dark and you stand alone in front of the candles that the believers have lit. The smell of old songbooks is in the air. The paper has been filled with incense, musty, humid air for decades. It is still firmly believed to be there. The word is sacred. This is "Magnificence".
If you wait any longer, this note will not develop much further. Papyrus comes out more clearly. No more songbooks, but the leather-bound folios from which the Word of the Lord is proclaimed. The cold walls around you remain a little. Only it is no longer the main nave of the church. We're standing in the sacristy. In the heart, where the priest prepares Mass with the altar boys.
For me, Terror and Magnificence is a successful fragrance experience. A theme was chosen and the composition reflects a world of experience. If it were music, it would be a concept album.
Whether you can wear the scent, or when it suits you... I'll let everyone decide for themselves. For me, it's a fragrance journey. I do not like to experience them too often. But I find a fascination in it.
In itself, I can't add much to Maggi's comment in the sense of an olfactory analysis. Instead, my nose is overwhelmed (or overtaxed) by the work. What remains for me is to reproduce the fragrance journey as an experience.
Terror and Magnificence. Beaufort is taking up a topic here. It is reported by an architect named Nicholas Hawksmoor. His work includes the integration of ancient Egyptian symbolism into the Christian church he planned. Beaufort even refers to this gentleman as "the devil's architect". To what extent this is true I would like to leave to church historians and experts. The church on the bottle is on the mood-setting moment for the fragrance. Gloomy, pointed, threatening, the building is enthroned centrally on the smooth, black surface.
And here begins the fragrance journey I perceive. It starts out stinging. A puff of cold smoke rises. The kind of smoke that rises from an almost extinguished fire. There's no embers whatsoever. One feels transported to a gloomy forest. Something bad happened here not too long ago. Was it a gang of robbers who broke camp? Or did the Sheriff's henchmen set fire to their remains? I don't care, just get out of here. Here is a moment of "terror" that the name already brings.
This synthetic of cold and smoke remains, but something new is added. One steps out of the forest into stands of an old venerable building. An old church. But at a time when the gentlemen still had something to say. When an angry look and a reprimanding word could decide about one's own path in life. You enter the church. It is still dark and you stand alone in front of the candles that the believers have lit. The smell of old songbooks is in the air. The paper has been filled with incense, musty, humid air for decades. It is still firmly believed to be there. The word is sacred. This is "Magnificence".
If you wait any longer, this note will not develop much further. Papyrus comes out more clearly. No more songbooks, but the leather-bound folios from which the Word of the Lord is proclaimed. The cold walls around you remain a little. Only it is no longer the main nave of the church. We're standing in the sacristy. In the heart, where the priest prepares Mass with the altar boys.
For me, Terror and Magnificence is a successful fragrance experience. A theme was chosen and the composition reflects a world of experience. If it were music, it would be a concept album.
Whether you can wear the scent, or when it suits you... I'll let everyone decide for themselves. For me, it's a fragrance journey. I do not like to experience them too often. But I find a fascination in it.
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Good fragrance, weak presence
The fragrance pleases, but the designers have screwed the durability to "minimum". For my nose a lot of orange/grapefruit, which bed in spice. Too bad, 'cause that's hardly how it works. After about 2-3 hours I have to search for it very closely
