Perfume Directory

L'Air du Desert Marocain (2005)
by Tauer


L'Air du Desert Marocain information

Year of Launch2005
GenderShared / Unisex
AvailabilityIn Production
Average Rating
(based on 851 votes)

People and companies

PerfumerAndy Tauer

About L'Air du Desert Marocain

L'Air du Desert Marocain is a shared / unisex perfume by Tauer. The scent was launched in 2005 and the fragrance was created by perfumer Andy Tauer

L'Air du Desert Marocain fragrance notes

  1. Top Notes
  2. Heart Notes
  3. Base notes

Reviews of L'Air du Desert Marocain

A perfume story: Review of Andy Tauer’s L’air Du Desert Marocain © 2016 Frankie Chocolate
(For my friend Pure Caramel)

At the heart of every brilliant idea, at the center of every masterpiece, of every great work of art, musical composition, perfect soufflé, or exquisitely crafted scent is the spark of creativity not unlike the sparklers your folks got you when you were little on the forth of July, Guy Fawkes Night or Phool Jhadi.

It was dusk, night was coming on and they would carefully light the rod. Once it got going they would hand it to you and encourage you to make circles or undulating dragons of light. Pablo Picasso did this once and it’s worth looking up. It sparkled and sizzled and threw off little sparks of golden light as the fire sizzled down the stiff metal wire and consumed the magnesium. The contrast of night all around you and the fiery image before you created a vivid afterimage you could see when you closed your eyes.

That elusive image that would turn every which way you did but faded even as you tried to focus on it behind closed eyes was ephemeral, short lived and fleeting. But you still have it. It’s burned into your brain forever and though you forget your anniversary or a thousand other things you will never forget that image. That tiny sparkling image of creativity comes from God and this time it danced before Andy on a warm summer night.

* * *

The heat was stifling and he stayed indoors in his air conditioning hotel in Casablanca most of the day. As the sun went down it cooled rapidly as the sand gave up its heat. The quarter moon rose over the sand dunes and a sparklet of light, an afterimage caught his attention, flitted at the periphery of his eye, danced to the window then out into the desert.

Andy loosened the hasp, raised the window to allow the night in. Stars glittered and danced above him in the jet-black sky. A breeze carried the scent of the desert, the resinous wood used in cooking fires as the women prepared the evening meal. The smell of Naan brushed with ghee, lamb kebabs, seared okra, pistachio-filled pastries flavored with rose water, strong black coffee and of course a bit of chocolate flowed into his room.

Quietly he knelt by the window and breathed in the all that was laid before him. He came back home to Zurich and created L’air Du Desert Marocain, his masterpiece.

It has been called, “Powerful.” “Flawless.” “Lasting.” “Sublime.”
I love ClaireV’s review. “Huffing it like a junkie doling out tea spoons of cough syrup.” Grant old bean are you there? Do us all a favor and keep that girl away from the Nightquil would you.

Never was a perfume more exquisitely composed. I’d twist off the cap and the desert is there. Dry and powdery, warm and brown. Tan walls of sand rise up before me. It is the logos, the exact fragrental essence of the color beige. It is, to me, a beautiful Arab girl, the same girl Change1 posted on his thread starter regarding Amouge Homage Feb 12, 2011. With arched eyebrows like flitting gulls, eyes of darkest oud, deep shining pools. Her lips perfectly sculpted and pillowed that left me smitten, weak and devastated. The perfection of beauty and grace. I’d be hard pressed to imagine a more beautiful creation. Love had finally found me in L’air.

Each night I’d spray the tiniest bit of this fragrance on my left hand and drift off to sleep with the beauty by my side. One night as I was preparing for sleep I lifted the cap to begin my nightly ritual. As the desert flowed around me something silver caught my eye. It flitted behind a hillock. I stepped from my room onto warm Bedouin sand and searched the landscape before me.

Nothing. I sniffed the air? Nothing. I was tired and probably imagined it. I turned to go and saw it flit across a small dune and disappear underneath a scrub Acacia bush. Something silvery, metallic and curved. I lifted the bottle to me. The princess held her slim curved hand before my lips to receive my evening kiss. I pressed the plunger down. As I did an aluminum serpent rose up and bit me on the nose.

I flung it from my face and crushed it under foot. I sniffed my hand again. Impossible! The serpent I’d just killed was alive again and coiled on the back of my hand. A chrome tang of metal assaulted me. Something hidden that had been there all along and each night had come a little closer had finally come to the fore. I shuttered with the willies and knew in a moment that nothing had changed but my perception.

It had been there in the opening notes. Petitgrain, bitter orange and something else that clacked in harmonious discord like Quasimodo striking a cracked bell at Cathédrale Notre Dame.

Harsh, sharp, metallic. A hungry man discovering a bar of the richest milk chocolate and biting hugely into the foil as it lay across his metal filling. An electrical shock of metal, creosote, and tar raced through me. My true love carried a dagger.

After this shock I put it away for several months. I brought it out for this review and sniffed it again. It is lovely beyond compare. This Arabian beautiful has once again cast her eyes and her smile at me and I am fool enough to smile back. The serpent is out there somewhere but for now… I sprayed just a touch on my left hand and am swept away. The end.
20th January, 2016
rbaker Show all reviews
United Kingdom
The opening is of substantial heaviness and density, with a bright but slightly resinous cumin pairing with a very nicely done coriander. A certain softly spicy sultriness lies over these initial moments, and this all is very finely counterbalanced by a carefully intertwined petitgrain that is just adding a whiff of freshness that is an exquisitely employed counterbalance to the other, richer top note components. Beautifully done.

The drydown predictably turns floral, jasmine predominantly with a touch of rose, and is less complex than the too notes are. The base is woodsy mainly, but a synthetic ambergris tries to add variety. To stay in the marketing image conjured up - rightly or wrongly - this could be construed as a slightly fresh-salty breeze from a salt-crusted chott lake across the hot lands.

The perfomance is superb with fairly strong sillage, excellent projection and a marvelous ten hours of longevity on my skin.

Overall the too notes are a masterfully crafted composition, whilst the rest is not on the same heights as he beginning. Quite overtly synthetic at times, the sublime first part and the great performance secure it a top score with ease. 3.5/5.
13th January, 2016
I ordered this as a blind buy some time ago, based on the nearly universal praise it gets (Luca Turin wore it for his wedding ffs).

I agree it's a very beautiful composition. Rich and balanced, but not at all aggressive. It has that oldschool "full bodied" quality, with dry notes of vetiver/patchouli, soft and rich citruses and smokey woods and resins. All tied together by sweet musk/vanilla. (I must emphasize that last part, there is a LOT of vanilla, for me it works but if you don't like vanilla you may want to keep away).

But i am failing to see why everyone is THAT excited about this? It's likeable, well mannered and very nice. But to my nose it's not unforgettable or irresistable. A great perfume should have one of those two qualities, a masterpiece should have both.
30th November, 2015
ad_scott Show all reviews
United Kingdom
What first comes to mind is being at a medina in Marrakesh surrounded by stalls and vendors selling a vast array of spices and wooden trinkets. It is midday and the sun is beating down. Warm gusts of wind pass through the medina levitating dust from the ground and mixing it with the smoky, comforting aroma of pipe tobacco drawn and exhaled by wandering old men. A few yards away from the spice stall is a cookie vendor;
the essence of vanilla drifts over the various spices displayed upon sun-baked wood. A luxury 3rd world.
11th November, 2015
There’s nothing in this world that smells quite like Andy Tauer’s L’Air du Desert Marocain, except for, well, the actual air above the desert that inspired it, I suppose. Trying to describe how it smells is almost as challenging as wearing it.

The best way I can put it is this: it smells like someone went out to the desert, collected a pile of rough, ancient amber resin, boulders, fallen meteorites, and minerals, sandblasted them all down to a fine dust, loaded it up into a canon and shot it into space. Now imagine you are floating above the earth’s ozone layer, just where the daylight of earth fades into the deep navy of outer space, and you breathe in this space dust. L’Air du Desert Marocain smells like this. Not directly of the sandblasted materials themselves but of the thin, dry, almost electric air surrounding the particles.

Then, later on, it smells of hot, arid paper, with its cedar and vanilla-resin notes.

You are standing in a paper factory. The air conditioning machines are short-circuiting and are blowing the stacks of A4 printer paper off the tables and into the air. The employees look up in dismay – their work for the day, thousands and thousands of sheets of paper floating around their heads! But they breathe in deeply, unable to resist the peculiar pleasure there is to be had in huffing the smell of newly-minted paper and the slightly sweet, dry smell of drying chemicals and lignin it leaves on the air around them.

L’Air du Desert Marocain is a masterpiece of modern perfumery, and perhaps the first perfume I’d recommend to anybody wishing to experience what perfume beyond the shelves of their local Sephora can be. It is an evocative, beautiful travelogue perfume that’s scaled to Laurence of Arabia proportions.

As a personal perfume, though, I find it to be kind of difficult to wear on a regular basis. Its dry spices and resins are so monolithic and all-encompassing - so full of its own personality - that it doesn’t allow me to impose any of my own.

There’s also a sweaty moment in the perfume that always sneaks up on me unawares – the cumin and coriander, I guess. It smells specifically of a male sweat. It’s not unpleasant, just startling. Timbuktu has a similar, ghostly apparition in its development, a lurch so sudden towards the smell of a male (or a male aftershave) that I keep looking around the room to make sure that I am, in fact, still alone.

But I own this beauty, oh yes I do. Sometimes, I just take the bottle cap and huff it throughout the day, like a junkie in withdrawal doling out teaspoons from a bottle of cough syrup. Other days, I commit myself 100% to its mood-shifting, transporting character and put six to eight sprays of it on, all the time knowing that this is all I will smell of for the next 48 hours. Either way, there’s no middle way with a perfume as uncompromising as L’Air du Desert Marocain.
09th September, 2015
Airy, dreamy and peaceful. A meditation. Perfect construct of amber, spices and incense. Truly unique and one of my very favourite fragrances.
05th September, 2015

Add your review of L'Air du Desert Marocain

You need to be logged in to add a review

Shop for L'Air du Desert Marocain products online

Shop for L'Air du Desert Marocain at online perfumeries

Search Amazon for L'Air du Desert Marocain

Member images of L'Air du Desert Marocain

There are no member images of L'Air du Desert Marocain yet. Why not be the first?

You need to log in or register to upload images

Private Notes

You need to be logged in (or register here) to use Private Notes.