Tresor

There are some fragrances which are so powerfully meditative and achieve their beauty and grace not from the resolute complexity of their formula but rather the delicate touch and restraint exercised in their creation. One of these fragrances, for me, is Shaman. It opens on my skin with a cool violet leaf with a slight metallic edge that perfectly ricochets the light off of it's surface and adds a distinct luminosity to the already diaphanous incense that follows. The base is of a smoldering patchouli, tendrils of smoke rising from the cinders gathered at the edges of the leaves and coaxing their splendid essence into fiery vapor. The composition is positively symphonic in it's simplicity and is easily one of my favourites in the collection.

Today I am enveloped within the exquisite embrace of MiN’s brilliant Magic Circus. The air outside is infused with a Skaðian breath of ice and glacial chill and I've found myself in need of irrevocable warmth and comfort. The only thing within my collection which seemed to have the ability to satiate my desire for nostalgic amenity was this, an undeniably beautiful aria of both sweet fairground confections and a masterfully balanced base of harmonious resins, woods and diaphanous musk, The opening smells of cotton candy which has been dusted with a scintillating fuchsia sparkle of pink pepper. There is the definite aroma of freshly candied nuts as well as just a touch of geranium which acts as a novel juxtaposition to the confiserie-chic aura that dominates the incipience of this elixir. As it dries down you are greeted with the warm nuzzles of a supremely gratifying blend of dulcet musks and airy, gossamer amber. This is easily one of my favourite gourmand fragrances, an ideal example of how with a virtuose hand can elevate a genre which is generally rife with the saccharine and unimaginably cloying. Bravo MiN!