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Early on, at the beginning of my fragrance journey, I had actually already given up on "sea scents". Aquates there are in different variations like sand on the sea, sometimes they liked me more, sometimes less, but on me never.
That the association of sea also, and indeed m.M.n. much more authentic, can be achieved from another direction, namely from a salty chord in conjunction with citrus notes, I learned only through this forum. Prominent examples would be Heeley's "Sel Marin" and "Sel de Vetiver" From the different Company.

Sicilian Limes smells primarily salty after the, admittedly somewhat synthetic, limey top note fades. It goes so far as to give me a mild whiff of that burning sensation that sets in when you get seawater up your nose. Citric encloses the scent impression more, the salt is clearly the focus here. I don't detect a seaweed note, but rosemary provides green, sounds that symbolize less aquatic plants and more coastal vegetation. For my part, I think of the dense robust growth of dunes, as well as salt marshes. I also perceive something dry, warm, almost amber-like, that to me super symbolizes the sand by the sea, which is shone on by the sun. The touch of a metallic note provides a gentle breeze.

The fragrance is predominantly salty fresh, whereby the freshness always comes more from a green, than from a citrus direction. It succeeds this perfume really in a wonderful way the lightheartedness of a quiet summer day without goals and stress on the beach in my mind to move.
Unfortunately, the sillage is very low, from other people probably only perceptible near the body.

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In my statement about a year ago, I wrote "massive oud in the top note, stalky, biting. This is how the labyrinth of the Minotaur must have smelled". I have to revise this, because since then I have been allowed to test much more bulky oud scents, up to those whose smell is very well known to me as a nurse.

While rummaging around in my alt samples I came across this one again, which prompted me to post its first comment.
First, I would like to join the other voices on this fragrance and throw the fragrance pyramid given here overboard, because we have here clearly more content, at least the oud note is clear.
The oud is here only conditionally tamed, but also does not have the animalism that you know from other oud fragrances. Fecal notes I no longer perceive.
Umfleochten this note of cardamom,
Saffron as well as other spicy notes, I would guess into the blue on gently represented dates. Musk comes in here very darkly, without evoking the human-sweat association. I like that.
Vanilla and amber are so far back, if at all, that I can't wholly smell them. Vanilla at most as its original pod form, smelling more spicy than sweet. Patchouli becomes more pronounced towards the foundation, lending somber depth, but is limited by the warm spicy notes.

I think of Yas al Malaki as a mustang, which is neither with reins nor saddled, but he is at least ridden with a saddle blanket. Beneath his black coat, powerful lungs fill to supply oxygen to his explosive body. As a rider you feel this deep tremor in the animal's body as it chases across the prairie.
I would consider this image, projected onto man, as civilized, but with animal energy hidden within. A wild drive bubbling beneath the surface. (And this is not meant sexually)
That recognizes at least my nose today, which is what musk, oud and oriental animalic approaching fragrances a little more trained. A less trained nose will probably find the warscheinlich as unpleasant.
For connoisseurs of Orientalik the wheel is not reinvented, but precise and qualitatively built. Price-wise, it is depending on the seller at 187-269€ for 100 ml.

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That one meets sesame so rarely in perfumes surprises me somewhat, this plant is nevertheless already so long central part of various cultures, be it in the Mediterranean area or in the oriental area, which are and were either even scent affine, or which one represents in the west gladly as longing place (also in perfumes).
I still remember how I smelled the sample for the first time and me this rarely used fragrance immediately grabbed, because you just know it from other areas, but at the same time it is not prominent in everyday life and thus remains intressant.

The top note is from the tangy sour,grapefruit and neroli get here a milky component, which somehow makes you think of lemon ice cream. Mandarin presents exclusively their flesh, peeled and meticulously freed from white skin residues. Mixed with a bright, cheerful floral, fresias and iris are rather dominant here, the rose is perceptible, but far from that the fragrance could gain in heaviness.

The whole thing is so composed that you could almost think of sunscreen (a good one), if sesame would not overshadow the whole course, its properties would not root into the tips of the top note. So the above impressions blend with the following right from the start, at the same time Sesame's scent is wonderfully delineable and stand alone. And this is really authentic, the roasted aromas unfold more and more in the course of the fragrance, while just the bitter creamy and nutty smell, as well as an absolutely dry inkling at the beginning prevails. Whereby with creamy is not to think of sticky sesame paste, but of something much lighter, more of the consistency that you might know from milk foam.
The scent progression shimmies from the gentle disappearance of the top notes named above, (with the floral quite possibly outlasting the heart notes, the floral creamy foreboding lingering throughout) to then turn quite focused on the development of the sesame. This is wonderfully transformed from the creamy, oily form above to a light, toasted and ground form. As a result it becomes milder, taking on something of warm dry air. I can't help but think of warm fine sand blown by the wind.

For me, the fragrance moves somewhere between a gourmand with floral and creamy and dry hints and one in the coarser sense oriental.

Durability and sillage are somewhat low. Although when testing it becomes clear that this is not to be a klotzer, something more could already be, so that the fragrance is also perceived.
Me has made this perfume rattenscharf on the fragrance Sesame, I will keep my eyes open for such fragrances in the future. Only this one won't be, although it is well constructed, as the perfume as a whole is not enough for me to buy at the price.

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Perfume names are always such a thing. Sometimes they should name the theme, reveal the content or tell great stories. Often they fit, here I do not understand the context so at all. Because I neither smell hay, nor do I have to think of such.
What I smell is this:

Block soap shards fall on dry wood and melt away, rosebuds are bitterly wrung, aldehydic rose water drips out. Citric doesn't really feel refreshing here, but warm and dull. It can be compared to the warm smell of washing your hands with hot water and fresh soap. The vetiver is also more classic in form, not one of the smoky, dark varieties used in modern times, but greenish, soapy.
Overall, the main theme of this fragrance remains a soapy one, but not a particularly foamy one, the consistency of the fragrance note is more creamy in nature.
Quite craftily, the fresh, warmly citrusy soap turns into an almondy one. Bitter, white, shell-less almonds. And these do more and more prominently, almost leaving the soap behind.
Overall, the scent is a nice, pleasant, but a little out of time. On young people I would not want to smell the, here there are clearly more modern interpretations of clean.

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Right in the middle of my quarantine, the ceiling falls on my head. Spring cleaning done, basement tidied, coffee machine repaired and slowly as the tasks thin out, the restlessness grows. Time to get back to my notes, shape them into communiqués as I've done a few times the last few days.

Rappelle- Toi, an imperative I'm too happy to obey right now, I realize as I write. Unfortunately, the sample left my hands weeks ago.

The perfume opens with freshly peeled cucumber peel becomes increasingly squeaky green over pepper, tickling the nose. After this short lively forest dance in the top note, it becomes muckeliger, warmer. The scent has rapidly skipped summer, ushered in rainy autumn after vibrant spring. Reminiscent of wet leaves, but remains warmly woody. In the distance, it smells distantly of honeyed water. Heavily diluted, nothing sticky. Reminds me of many of my hikes where I've spent the night very spartanly in the woods. Always dry and comfortable, but around me it often smelled like rain, wet forest floor, and green leaves.
That moment was always the best part of a day of hiking, finally being able to lie down and rest. It's been a few months since those experiences again, but yes Bertrand, I remember.
This fragrance, seemed to belong, at least I thought, to older ladies. It may be because of the geranium. This is also used in fragrances such as "Equipage Géranium" by Hermes, which is traded as a pure men's fragrance, but has for me a very feminine, mature touch. But then in the base, the foliage breaks up, creamy incense and youthful musk flicker light as air over sandalwood, sweeping the rose geranium aside, and I get along with the scent again.
Thank you for reminding me of the freedom of days of hiking and soothing pristine nature.
It is dear to me, but currently it hurts a little.

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