Yharnam79
Reviews
Filter & sort
Yharnam79
Translated
Show original
Shrewd cuddliness (or) The lonely beacon in the snow
Regular readers may have noticed that I have a rather pronounced weakness for the Zoologist fragrances. Musk Deer, to anticipate that, is no exception.
This time (as already with T-Rex, Squid and Bee) I was aggravated by the fact that, driven by a passion for collecting, I absolutely wanted to own the Limited Edition, which is actually one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen at Musk Deer (it should be mentioned).
I had expected, as it is mostly usual with zoologists, something first of all something that takes getting used to, maybe also animalistic. Something that excites me and picks me up, but also something (I use the word again) that takes getting used to.
To anticipate the surprise, Musk Deer is much more pleasing to me than I had expected and at the same time much more pleasing than many a zoologist.
By the way, I don't think that I'm complaisant at this moment in any way negatively affected or meant in a (evaluative) way:
Bat (No.1), Hyrax, T-Rex, are great fragrances for me. But I would call them less "pleasing". Squid, Dodo, Bee belong for me and my understanding of fragrance to the "more pleasing" zoologists. I also count Musk Deer among them. But this does not mean that Musk Deer is not a perfume art or even a boring scent!
Cuddly, almost cuddly, it exudes a cold and warm aura at the same time.
Like a kind of lonely beacon in the deepest snow.
Lonely and yet warming and comforting.
Like the almost blinding sun reflecting in the snow.
Musk Deer moves from cold to warm and from warm to enveloping and caressing.
Especially Kalmus, which at the beginning still plays a very noticeable leading role, gives the fragrance something swampy and musty, something wet and cold, natural.
Here it must be mentioned that the fragrance image is absolutely not musty or even dirty despite the previous description.
In the heart and base note, by the way, this nuance disappears completely.
Although Musk Deer brings a kind of complexity to the fragrance, it's the richness of its facets that makes it special. And the paradox in this richness of facets.
Notes and auras that are in completely opposite terrain play together here.
So Musk Deer has something raw, natural, wild, untamed in addition to all the cuddliness.
I had already started on Kalmus. Furthermore, rose is added in the earliest course (rose scents are very, very limited for me), but it is so sharp and biting that it offers the excellent contrast to the previous wet cold. It is surrounded by all kinds of herb-floral chords and woody spice.
The obligatory oud (oud-rose scents don't really work for me either - well, rather not "more") gives the whole thing a bitter sweetness and makes the scent more and more balsamic.
In the Drydown the eponymous animal is then picked up again. With musk, actually with ambrette seeds, which then again in a mixture with patchouli (I think that's what it is), oud and thick-leaved flowers exude some animalism (it would almost be too much to say) or rather impudence. This is, however, in the final stage also kept in check by (sandalwood) wood
What is generally known as "feel-good scent" is not really my thing. Therefore I don't want to get the next statement wrong:
Musk Deer is a "feel-good scent" for ME, by which I mean I feel comfortable with him.
He has the perfect mix for me or to take it up again, he is a paradox
from cuddly and wild.
From cuddly and unruly.
Made of beautiful and raw.
Made of warmth-enveloping and cool-reassuring.
Of fire and snow.
This time (as already with T-Rex, Squid and Bee) I was aggravated by the fact that, driven by a passion for collecting, I absolutely wanted to own the Limited Edition, which is actually one of the most beautiful ones I have ever seen at Musk Deer (it should be mentioned).
I had expected, as it is mostly usual with zoologists, something first of all something that takes getting used to, maybe also animalistic. Something that excites me and picks me up, but also something (I use the word again) that takes getting used to.
To anticipate the surprise, Musk Deer is much more pleasing to me than I had expected and at the same time much more pleasing than many a zoologist.
By the way, I don't think that I'm complaisant at this moment in any way negatively affected or meant in a (evaluative) way:
Bat (No.1), Hyrax, T-Rex, are great fragrances for me. But I would call them less "pleasing". Squid, Dodo, Bee belong for me and my understanding of fragrance to the "more pleasing" zoologists. I also count Musk Deer among them. But this does not mean that Musk Deer is not a perfume art or even a boring scent!
Cuddly, almost cuddly, it exudes a cold and warm aura at the same time.
Like a kind of lonely beacon in the deepest snow.
Lonely and yet warming and comforting.
Like the almost blinding sun reflecting in the snow.
Musk Deer moves from cold to warm and from warm to enveloping and caressing.
Especially Kalmus, which at the beginning still plays a very noticeable leading role, gives the fragrance something swampy and musty, something wet and cold, natural.
Here it must be mentioned that the fragrance image is absolutely not musty or even dirty despite the previous description.
In the heart and base note, by the way, this nuance disappears completely.
Although Musk Deer brings a kind of complexity to the fragrance, it's the richness of its facets that makes it special. And the paradox in this richness of facets.
Notes and auras that are in completely opposite terrain play together here.
So Musk Deer has something raw, natural, wild, untamed in addition to all the cuddliness.
I had already started on Kalmus. Furthermore, rose is added in the earliest course (rose scents are very, very limited for me), but it is so sharp and biting that it offers the excellent contrast to the previous wet cold. It is surrounded by all kinds of herb-floral chords and woody spice.
The obligatory oud (oud-rose scents don't really work for me either - well, rather not "more") gives the whole thing a bitter sweetness and makes the scent more and more balsamic.
In the Drydown the eponymous animal is then picked up again. With musk, actually with ambrette seeds, which then again in a mixture with patchouli (I think that's what it is), oud and thick-leaved flowers exude some animalism (it would almost be too much to say) or rather impudence. This is, however, in the final stage also kept in check by (sandalwood) wood
What is generally known as "feel-good scent" is not really my thing. Therefore I don't want to get the next statement wrong:
Musk Deer is a "feel-good scent" for ME, by which I mean I feel comfortable with him.
He has the perfect mix for me or to take it up again, he is a paradox
from cuddly and wild.
From cuddly and unruly.
Made of beautiful and raw.
Made of warmth-enveloping and cool-reassuring.
Of fire and snow.
11 Comments
Translated
Show original
Forbidden rituals
In fact, it is rare that I first flinch in amazement and fear when I smell a (new) - perhaps even a rather unusual - fragrance
However, "unusual" would not do justice to the cool-blue brew (and I choose this word on purpose). If there is a secret niche in the alcove, something like the forbidden gathering of magicians who meet in hidden places to murmur forbidden spells and brew ancient potions, then Maryuama is most likely to come from one of these well kept experiments.
Maruyama almost made me doubt at the beginning that it was really the - no, it was a - fragrance and not somehow mysteriously burnt plastic and superglue got into the bottle.
Not directly disgusted but already relatively hesitantly smelled it again; maybe he will be more seated when he has settled down...
Quite the opposite: the note already described is joined by heaps of burnt paper shreds, an unmanageable collection of hot and bitter spices and herbaceous and charming flowers. Dense clouds of smoke spread out.
I call the smoke (it might be incense) intentionally so, because it is not sacral or even meditative at all. Sharp, engaging, nebulising and ritualistic it rather touches there.
As if a variety of smoked products were being burnt in a bed of herbs and flowers. The herbs and flowers smoulder slowly with the smoke
And although none of the nuances mentioned radiates this, Maruyama doesn't seem annoying and confused. And although I'm talking about plastic and superglue, (did I mention (window) cleaner?) also wonderfully unsynthetic. That sounds paradoxical and also smells that way.
He looks alive. Self-confident - without being aware of it.
I would almost say meditative too. But I don't mean calming meditative:
awake and invigorating, like the sun salutation standing on a rock under the bright blue spring morning sky.
Maruyama is an absolutely exceptional fragrance for me.
Here a completely new door was opened.
He is also courageous without question.
Art as well
Wild and paradoxical.
Portable?
It simply depends on whether you dare or even ask this question.
I don't do that, and I usually wear what I want
As I said in my statement, for Maruyama you probably have to be very open-minded and bring along a love for fragrances as well as a certain love for perfume art.
But then a journey begins like a nasal trip.
A wild trip.
Through everything that is possible - and impossible - in the world of creating fragrances and the sensory impressions associated with them.
However, "unusual" would not do justice to the cool-blue brew (and I choose this word on purpose). If there is a secret niche in the alcove, something like the forbidden gathering of magicians who meet in hidden places to murmur forbidden spells and brew ancient potions, then Maryuama is most likely to come from one of these well kept experiments.
Maruyama almost made me doubt at the beginning that it was really the - no, it was a - fragrance and not somehow mysteriously burnt plastic and superglue got into the bottle.
Not directly disgusted but already relatively hesitantly smelled it again; maybe he will be more seated when he has settled down...
Quite the opposite: the note already described is joined by heaps of burnt paper shreds, an unmanageable collection of hot and bitter spices and herbaceous and charming flowers. Dense clouds of smoke spread out.
I call the smoke (it might be incense) intentionally so, because it is not sacral or even meditative at all. Sharp, engaging, nebulising and ritualistic it rather touches there.
As if a variety of smoked products were being burnt in a bed of herbs and flowers. The herbs and flowers smoulder slowly with the smoke
And although none of the nuances mentioned radiates this, Maruyama doesn't seem annoying and confused. And although I'm talking about plastic and superglue, (did I mention (window) cleaner?) also wonderfully unsynthetic. That sounds paradoxical and also smells that way.
He looks alive. Self-confident - without being aware of it.
I would almost say meditative too. But I don't mean calming meditative:
awake and invigorating, like the sun salutation standing on a rock under the bright blue spring morning sky.
Maruyama is an absolutely exceptional fragrance for me.
Here a completely new door was opened.
He is also courageous without question.
Art as well
Wild and paradoxical.
Portable?
It simply depends on whether you dare or even ask this question.
I don't do that, and I usually wear what I want
As I said in my statement, for Maruyama you probably have to be very open-minded and bring along a love for fragrances as well as a certain love for perfume art.
But then a journey begins like a nasal trip.
A wild trip.
Through everything that is possible - and impossible - in the world of creating fragrances and the sensory impressions associated with them.
8 Comments
Translated
Show original
"If you have Poopie, fire away!"
There are individual fragrances, so I know in advance that I will not necessarily make only friends with my accompanying comment...
Stercus is way ahead of the curve.
Why?
Because I cannot refrain from mentioning the name and the (associated) "outcry statements" driven by indignation and disgust.
Admittedly, I have already applied this theme to one or two Animals, since I believe that a very similar tendency can be seen in the comments - but primarily in the statements - of fragrances of this kind.
Not that I want to tell anyone what he/she has to like or dislike. Nor what he/she can or cannot write here. My digression has nothing to do with that.
I am more interested in statements that clearly show that there is not necessarily always a test on which to base a test, but rather the motivation - no - the urgent need to express an opinion.
And what is there talked about... or should I in this case deliberately and provocatively say "with poop thrown around"...
Yeah, it's supposed to smell like "shit."
Even after "animal excrement".
Actually, all kinds of excretion.
From human excrement to cow barn to thunder beam.
"Disgusting, repulsive and never wearable".
It is hard to imagine that there is anybody who would like to wear this fragrance and also finds it good.
As a writer, you almost feel compelled to justify that or why you like this fragrance. Apart from the fact that one or the other review almost assumes that you would love to smell like "shit"...
By the way: I grew up in the countryside and went to camp every year for almost 15 years - including thunderbolts! I take it upon myself to say that I do not associate Stercus with going to the toilet, whether human or animal.
What I do admit is that Stercus is a fragrance that knows how to polarize through its earthiness and earthiness, its closeness to body and nature.
But what can I say? The naming and the accompanying hype (no matter in which direction) hit the bull's eye!
And I go a step further and claim that if the bottle said "menstruation", there would be enough voices in the bottle to smell exactly that...
Going into another fragrance direction but at least as controversially discussed: Bull's Blood. Few people would have bothered to research this content sftoff before the big shout went off that the scent would smell of carcasses, slaughterhouse and offal and at best be a scent for necrophiles...
But how does that much discussed "excrement" smell?
"The areas of the body that develop more odour than others are those in which our soul collects. Intense odours have become unpleasant to us - because an excess of soul is unbearable for sensation. Our innate inclination to the animalistic is suppressed by civilization."
*Alessandro Gualtieri
Actually, I prefer to write myself rather than to stick to quotations, but in this case I would like to make an exception, because for my feeling it fits the zemlich genau.
Since when has it been the case that natural or "natural" smells are unpleasant to us?
And of course I don't mean doo-doo or pee-pee!
This applies equally to earth, mud or, for example, authentic leather. It also applies to the natural body odour that each of us has by nature. Again, not to be confused with the smell when someone has not showered for days or after sweating in the gym. Rather the old familiar "I still wear your shirt because it still smells of you" - Ding.
As you can see, I am anxious to avoid or limit any misunderstandings and answers like "well I don't want to smell like shit" from the outset.
I don't want to smell like shit, either!
I just realized that I'm about to be horribly frittered away.
After having more or less directly expressed for a blog article length that I see and perceive the scent a little bit differently than some others, I would like to give all the now annoyed readers a message: it's just my own subjective opinion. And exactly as it is allowed to all other people here and should continue to be allowed, I also take the right to trumpet my own more or less bluntly out here.
Stercus is a demanding scent
Strong. Territory marking. Polarizing.
Probably also no fragrance for virgin noses.
Also no fragrance for lovers of "light" fragrances - light here meant in every respect.
Woody-resinous.
Ledrig.
Earthy.
Balsamic-sweetish.
Sharp
he is.
Honest, raw, living, earthy, fertile, steady, potent
Adult.
Enveloping and of dark aura.
There are associations of mud, clay, earth, forest and forest animals.
The proud deer, ready to mate, stomps through the undergrowth and thereby emits a deafening mating call.
The wind after a heavy rainfall.
From rain-moist and heat-dry wood.
From old tanned leather.
The sweaty work on a ranch
as well as
a nap in the shade of a huge tree.
None of these nuances and none of these associations cause me discomfort or even indisposition and disgust.
On the contrary.
And even Stercus as a fragrance does not do this.
Quite the opposite.
Stercus is for me a fragrance, whose initially ingenious marketing strategy was or is at the same time a disaster.
For me personally, it is one of the strongest and most independent creations of recent years.
It is both fragrance and (scent) experience.
You don't just wear it; if you let it, it will wear you.
Stercus is way ahead of the curve.
Why?
Because I cannot refrain from mentioning the name and the (associated) "outcry statements" driven by indignation and disgust.
Admittedly, I have already applied this theme to one or two Animals, since I believe that a very similar tendency can be seen in the comments - but primarily in the statements - of fragrances of this kind.
Not that I want to tell anyone what he/she has to like or dislike. Nor what he/she can or cannot write here. My digression has nothing to do with that.
I am more interested in statements that clearly show that there is not necessarily always a test on which to base a test, but rather the motivation - no - the urgent need to express an opinion.
And what is there talked about... or should I in this case deliberately and provocatively say "with poop thrown around"...
Yeah, it's supposed to smell like "shit."
Even after "animal excrement".
Actually, all kinds of excretion.
From human excrement to cow barn to thunder beam.
"Disgusting, repulsive and never wearable".
It is hard to imagine that there is anybody who would like to wear this fragrance and also finds it good.
As a writer, you almost feel compelled to justify that or why you like this fragrance. Apart from the fact that one or the other review almost assumes that you would love to smell like "shit"...
By the way: I grew up in the countryside and went to camp every year for almost 15 years - including thunderbolts! I take it upon myself to say that I do not associate Stercus with going to the toilet, whether human or animal.
What I do admit is that Stercus is a fragrance that knows how to polarize through its earthiness and earthiness, its closeness to body and nature.
But what can I say? The naming and the accompanying hype (no matter in which direction) hit the bull's eye!
And I go a step further and claim that if the bottle said "menstruation", there would be enough voices in the bottle to smell exactly that...
Going into another fragrance direction but at least as controversially discussed: Bull's Blood. Few people would have bothered to research this content sftoff before the big shout went off that the scent would smell of carcasses, slaughterhouse and offal and at best be a scent for necrophiles...
But how does that much discussed "excrement" smell?
"The areas of the body that develop more odour than others are those in which our soul collects. Intense odours have become unpleasant to us - because an excess of soul is unbearable for sensation. Our innate inclination to the animalistic is suppressed by civilization."
*Alessandro Gualtieri
Actually, I prefer to write myself rather than to stick to quotations, but in this case I would like to make an exception, because for my feeling it fits the zemlich genau.
Since when has it been the case that natural or "natural" smells are unpleasant to us?
And of course I don't mean doo-doo or pee-pee!
This applies equally to earth, mud or, for example, authentic leather. It also applies to the natural body odour that each of us has by nature. Again, not to be confused with the smell when someone has not showered for days or after sweating in the gym. Rather the old familiar "I still wear your shirt because it still smells of you" - Ding.
As you can see, I am anxious to avoid or limit any misunderstandings and answers like "well I don't want to smell like shit" from the outset.
I don't want to smell like shit, either!
I just realized that I'm about to be horribly frittered away.
After having more or less directly expressed for a blog article length that I see and perceive the scent a little bit differently than some others, I would like to give all the now annoyed readers a message: it's just my own subjective opinion. And exactly as it is allowed to all other people here and should continue to be allowed, I also take the right to trumpet my own more or less bluntly out here.
Stercus is a demanding scent
Strong. Territory marking. Polarizing.
Probably also no fragrance for virgin noses.
Also no fragrance for lovers of "light" fragrances - light here meant in every respect.
Woody-resinous.
Ledrig.
Earthy.
Balsamic-sweetish.
Sharp
he is.
Honest, raw, living, earthy, fertile, steady, potent
Adult.
Enveloping and of dark aura.
There are associations of mud, clay, earth, forest and forest animals.
The proud deer, ready to mate, stomps through the undergrowth and thereby emits a deafening mating call.
The wind after a heavy rainfall.
From rain-moist and heat-dry wood.
From old tanned leather.
The sweaty work on a ranch
as well as
a nap in the shade of a huge tree.
None of these nuances and none of these associations cause me discomfort or even indisposition and disgust.
On the contrary.
And even Stercus as a fragrance does not do this.
Quite the opposite.
Stercus is for me a fragrance, whose initially ingenious marketing strategy was or is at the same time a disaster.
For me personally, it is one of the strongest and most independent creations of recent years.
It is both fragrance and (scent) experience.
You don't just wear it; if you let it, it will wear you.
26 Comments
Translated
Show original
The God. The spirit. The unpredictable. The sexual. The Revered One. The feared one.
The fact that ESHU is a god (also spirit, depending on the branch of faith) of the Yoruba and thus branched out African-American denominations, was completely unknown to me until the interested research of the name.
Because of the pyramid of scents I had thoughtlessly chosen "ash" (which by the way would also fit).
Also in other religions and cultures ESHU probably plays a role.
Sometimes as a god of (life) paths and crossroads, sometimes as a spirit (-being) and sometimes as an unpredictable and impulsive rogue, who enjoys creating chaos and has power over sexual desire and desire.
However: he does not seem to be completely good or completely bad. So he is respected and feared in equal measure.
But this only as a small, minimal informative introductory text in advance...
ESHU is such a fragrance that impresses me in many ways.
Starting with the fact that it did not take 3 minutes from spraying the test sample to "Pay now with Paypal". So fast (especially considering the price segment in which the Prin scents are sold) I had my finger on the trigger maybe twice in my memory.
Years ago at Patchouli Absolu and then again at Ceylon.
Of course there were also fragrances that I bought more or less spontaneously in the perfumery but even that took longer.
ESHU has done it to me as much as his older brother ARAN did for me.
For the following comparison I do not take any responsibility, because the two test persons on whom I wanted to check my perception could not share my opinion about the similarity of these two fragrances
Directly while spraying the ARAN association comes to me.
I don't know why.
It's not even that you could say that the prelude smells "just like" ARAN.
It's more of a nuance plus the overall mood and vibe that ESHU exudes.
In the same way I think that ESHU fits perfectly into the fragrance world of ARAN and MRIGA.
By the way, Homa could also be included as a fourth fragrance without any problems.
Even if none of them smells like the other, they belong to the same family for me.
Powerful, mystical, dark. Animalism and nature.
It is also similar to the already mentioned fragrances in terms of descriptiveness.
It's actually easier to speak in pictures.
How does ESHU smell?
The fragrance moves continuously from darkest green and dirty brown tones with lighter, almost dark orange sprinkles across all darker shades of green and brown. Sometimes something orange flashes through, sometimes something blood-red. Sometimes white-grey fog, sometimes the almost black night sky under which the ash tree swaying in the cool wind with a deer resting at its foot.
Between earth, wood, stones and moss. Fresh resin sticks to his fur in thick drops.
A few trees further on, a hunter sits on a hay bale that is a bit damp from the forest fog and sips a cognac while he is biting his Ricola Swiss herb sugar. The open leather tobacco pouch on his belt.
Carefully observing the forest inhabitants from a distance around him.
Bringing all this to a conclusion will be a small challenge again.
ESHU smells like nature.
To forest and humid air.
To Earth.
It is dark, but not destructive or even life-denying. Dark and sublime. Powerful and mystical; even a little bit approximate.
Possibly even sexually. But I would have to question or smell that again more exactly.
But I can admit with confidence: I feel anything but unmanly, insecure, or unsexy when I wear it.
I really like the darker Prin scents
I still consider ARAN to be an absolute cracker. MRIGA as well.
ESHU could be from "the same cast" and is in no way inferior to both.
I also can't imagine that somebody likes the other two and ESHU has nothing to gain from them
Amen.
Because of the pyramid of scents I had thoughtlessly chosen "ash" (which by the way would also fit).
Also in other religions and cultures ESHU probably plays a role.
Sometimes as a god of (life) paths and crossroads, sometimes as a spirit (-being) and sometimes as an unpredictable and impulsive rogue, who enjoys creating chaos and has power over sexual desire and desire.
However: he does not seem to be completely good or completely bad. So he is respected and feared in equal measure.
But this only as a small, minimal informative introductory text in advance...
ESHU is such a fragrance that impresses me in many ways.
Starting with the fact that it did not take 3 minutes from spraying the test sample to "Pay now with Paypal". So fast (especially considering the price segment in which the Prin scents are sold) I had my finger on the trigger maybe twice in my memory.
Years ago at Patchouli Absolu and then again at Ceylon.
Of course there were also fragrances that I bought more or less spontaneously in the perfumery but even that took longer.
ESHU has done it to me as much as his older brother ARAN did for me.
For the following comparison I do not take any responsibility, because the two test persons on whom I wanted to check my perception could not share my opinion about the similarity of these two fragrances
Directly while spraying the ARAN association comes to me.
I don't know why.
It's not even that you could say that the prelude smells "just like" ARAN.
It's more of a nuance plus the overall mood and vibe that ESHU exudes.
In the same way I think that ESHU fits perfectly into the fragrance world of ARAN and MRIGA.
By the way, Homa could also be included as a fourth fragrance without any problems.
Even if none of them smells like the other, they belong to the same family for me.
Powerful, mystical, dark. Animalism and nature.
It is also similar to the already mentioned fragrances in terms of descriptiveness.
It's actually easier to speak in pictures.
How does ESHU smell?
The fragrance moves continuously from darkest green and dirty brown tones with lighter, almost dark orange sprinkles across all darker shades of green and brown. Sometimes something orange flashes through, sometimes something blood-red. Sometimes white-grey fog, sometimes the almost black night sky under which the ash tree swaying in the cool wind with a deer resting at its foot.
Between earth, wood, stones and moss. Fresh resin sticks to his fur in thick drops.
A few trees further on, a hunter sits on a hay bale that is a bit damp from the forest fog and sips a cognac while he is biting his Ricola Swiss herb sugar. The open leather tobacco pouch on his belt.
Carefully observing the forest inhabitants from a distance around him.
Bringing all this to a conclusion will be a small challenge again.
ESHU smells like nature.
To forest and humid air.
To Earth.
It is dark, but not destructive or even life-denying. Dark and sublime. Powerful and mystical; even a little bit approximate.
Possibly even sexually. But I would have to question or smell that again more exactly.
But I can admit with confidence: I feel anything but unmanly, insecure, or unsexy when I wear it.
I really like the darker Prin scents
I still consider ARAN to be an absolute cracker. MRIGA as well.
ESHU could be from "the same cast" and is in no way inferior to both.
I also can't imagine that somebody likes the other two and ESHU has nothing to gain from them
Amen.
5 Comments
Translated
Show original
Earth-shattering masterpiece
I like to come out as a big fan of the Prin series
What I like more are the, I call them "darker" fragrances.
And where at that time I was already raving about Mriga & Aran and described them as deep, mystical and powerful, I can dock seamlessly to Homa as well.
Homa goes clearly challenging odor paths, but is not inferior to the two just mentioned in its effect.
From sweet-animalic, over herbal-etheric to biting-sweaty, almost everything is served here.
Almost certainly no fragrance for every nose and certainly a potential candidate for the obligatory "Ihgitt statements" and the tiresome discussion about whether or not it is wearable.
In the attempt to describe what I smell out of it I would actually have to speculate, because in richness of facets and yet in complexity Homa for me is definitely still looking for its equals.
I can identify the hay and mushrooms in the scent.
Saffron and oud too.
Also a kind of (honey) sweetness, which seems to be very sweaty and anal and which is probably the biggest odour of Homa. To stay in the notch, Costus and Hyraceum are also clearly perceptible.
Whoever does not like these nuances or even finds them repulsive will have big problems with the whole fragrance picture...
But the highlight is actually the goat's hair, even if I would have wished that it was more clearly perceptible (as far as that is concerned, Aran is running out of rank). Dark and animalistic it is - but without the slightest bit of faecal matter.
I can definitely do something with Homa.
I like the scent picture and admire its composition.
Nevertheless he comes to Aran, Mriga and Eshu for me, which are no less extravagant and great composed but (for me) also much easier to handle in terms of wearing.
Here comes the paradox and the downer: after a few hours, when I find the fragrance on me really, really mega, it starts to "crush" me...
What I like more are the, I call them "darker" fragrances.
And where at that time I was already raving about Mriga & Aran and described them as deep, mystical and powerful, I can dock seamlessly to Homa as well.
Homa goes clearly challenging odor paths, but is not inferior to the two just mentioned in its effect.
From sweet-animalic, over herbal-etheric to biting-sweaty, almost everything is served here.
Almost certainly no fragrance for every nose and certainly a potential candidate for the obligatory "Ihgitt statements" and the tiresome discussion about whether or not it is wearable.
In the attempt to describe what I smell out of it I would actually have to speculate, because in richness of facets and yet in complexity Homa for me is definitely still looking for its equals.
I can identify the hay and mushrooms in the scent.
Saffron and oud too.
Also a kind of (honey) sweetness, which seems to be very sweaty and anal and which is probably the biggest odour of Homa. To stay in the notch, Costus and Hyraceum are also clearly perceptible.
Whoever does not like these nuances or even finds them repulsive will have big problems with the whole fragrance picture...
But the highlight is actually the goat's hair, even if I would have wished that it was more clearly perceptible (as far as that is concerned, Aran is running out of rank). Dark and animalistic it is - but without the slightest bit of faecal matter.
I can definitely do something with Homa.
I like the scent picture and admire its composition.
Nevertheless he comes to Aran, Mriga and Eshu for me, which are no less extravagant and great composed but (for me) also much easier to handle in terms of wearing.
Here comes the paradox and the downer: after a few hours, when I find the fragrance on me really, really mega, it starts to "crush" me...
7 Comments
