It's interesting that nobody mentioned it, but for me this is older yet calmer brother of "Tom Ford Grey Vetiver".
This one opens up very close to "Grey Vetiver" with that carrot scum smell right after taking out the juice plus soft woods and resins and some smoky incense.
It's semi fresh, semi sweet, mossy carrot scum smell that there are some woodsy notes and some smoky notes to give it a nice kick.
It's linear and as time goes by it gets smoother yet a little more smoky and resinous.
Projection is average and longevity is only 3-4 hours on my skin which isn't that great.
Very good and classy natural smell but I've smelled this before and sadly didn't last that much.
Another win among the Incense Series, although not my personal favourite. An eugenol overdose of balsamic, green, pungent and spicy notes: the freezing, pagan counterpart of the monolithic, Catholic liturgic gloominess of Avignon. Basically halfway between that and the most notable green CdG's - Sugi and Hinoki for instance. Great projection with a sillage shorter than expected.
White incense and pine scent.. I would guess that white incense is a bit lighter than the regular. I get more pine and wood from this than anything.. also some iris but the pine overpowers everything making this very unusual and hard to wear.. better for cold weather definitely.. I have only tried Avignon but once I do try all in this series, I am sure this will rank as the worst..
Pros: very piney for the pine lovers
Cons: same above"
Boy, tough break for Zagorsk considering how much everyone loves the other four! It's definitely got the deep, dark pine forest going on right from the first whiff...makes me think of Polo almost. I find it to be a very natural, organic confer scent, even after it moves indoors, into the log cabin, losing some of the brisk coldness after a minute or two. This is what life smelled like in remote Hudson Bay Company forts in the wilds of 18th century Canada, pipe tobacco and all. It's slowly getting sweeter, with a single sweet note, almost like grassy vanilla, that stands out like the spring shoots reaching up through the last of the snow in March. But after the woods from the top notes dissipate more, this grassy vanilla note does get a bit one-dimensional, almost like a He Wood flanker. The dynamic, fresh-hewn log cabin smell ages a few hundred years to leave that sweeter but heavily-worn remnant that you smell when you visit that same old fort today, on a tour at a national park. If you took all the gourmand elements out of Zirh Corduroy, or maybe even out of Rocabar, you'd be left with something like this. It's much less "my thing" than some of the others in the series, but I'll still give it a thumbs up because I think it's well-balanced for the sweet antique wood genre.
Few days ago i've read on Luckyscent a colored review about a colorless fragrance, Zagorsk, able metaphorically to epitomize the soul of this melancholy scent. The reviewer writes that this fragrance exudes the soul of a russian ghost haunting a dirty-icy cemetery and resting his soul agaist the porous ancient stones near the cold wet earth. The Zagorsk's stony and metallic (in perception) though burnt and resinous (in the substance of elements and consistence) temperament shares with the more complex and temperamental Black Tourmaline Durbano that sense of desolating coldness, gothicness and abandon in a bare land. Both are incensey (basically based on frakincense), smoky (about Zagorsk i would rather talk about burnt candles, incense and resins), tarry and resinous of coniferous woods (pine, cypress, birch) and both are cold, solemn and aromatic even if the equally tarry Black Tourmaline is a darker, deeper and more complex scent with a stroger presence of incense, with more dust and medicine in composition, without any trace of florals and with a more articolated composition. Likewise the overly spiritual Durbano's one, Zagorsk, with its almost balsamic and mentholated feel, probably reinforced by the usage of pimento berries, conjures at me that cold and impersonal ambience of a woody orthodox church near a forest (i've visited one near Ladoga lake not far from San Petersburg). The woodsy smell, the chilly aroma of the wood's resins as birch tar, the exhalation of burning incense during the mass, create in those kind of churches a shadowy odour that Zagorsk partially reproduces with the camphoraceous coldness of resins, with the sharpness of cedar and frankincense (initially evident), the smokiness of woods, the aromatic greens, galbanum and coniferous and despite the metallic floral whiff of the faint violets and iris. I agree with Foetidus when writes that the link of birch tar and violets is too much to arouse strong appeal but nobody could deny that the secret appeal of Zagorsk is fully appreciated just by the lovers of the cold, impersonal tarry fragrances.
15th October, 2011 (last edited: 27th December, 2011)