totally digging this gem, so faraway from the male version but great for male wearing also..this is unisex witha leather note in the background..for the Kinky Gentleman
Genre: Floral Oriental
Interlude Man is strikes me as a cacophonous nightmare of a fragrance, but I’m happy to report that Interlude Woman is a much more successful and congenial composition. No shrieking horror of pseudo-sandalwood here, and no thunderous head shop patchouli. Instead, a novel, yet understated accord of nutmeats, frankincense, and white floral notes over a delicate opopanax, vanillic amber, and tonka foundation. Whereas the oudh reconstruction in Interlude Man is parsley on a pig, here, in much quieter guise, it serves to offset the sweetness of the amber and opopanax. The overall effect is elegant, refined, and serene – everything that its masculine counterpart is not. Take this scent, tone down the rose, put a little more leather in the foundation, add a touch more frankincense, and Amouage would have its ideal Interlude Man. In the event, I’d much sooner wear this!
20th July, 2014 (last edited: 28th July, 2014)
Warm, if a tad syrupy for those sensitive to immortelle, resinous but not dry, animalic but nowhere near skanky. Throw in a salty hint of leather and you get an ambitious composition that succeeds more than it fails, with a remarkable harmony between the various elements. Yet I'm not 'wowed'. Therein lies her problem. By playing it safe, INTERLUDE doesn't push the envelope far enough and lacks the X factor, that elusive quirk of personality that distinguishes the great from the good. Maybe that's why it feels right at home in gender-neutral territory.
I love the combination of woodsy incense. Has good staying power and keeps me going back for more. Not over powering but lingers. Unexpectedly beautiful without being flowery.
It’s been a while since I’ve been so wrongfooted by a perfume and it’s thoroughly enjoyable. If Interlude Man was little more (for me) than being in close proximity to a pizzeria oven, Interlude Woman actually lives up to the ‘chaos and quiet moment’ spiel spun by Amouage’s PR.
At times it comes across as intensely dry, salty and resinous but glinting with all kinds of goodies. But more usually that dry resinous vibe is lifted from within by juicy, greenish florals (the marigold, for sure) and unreal fruity tones – kiwi anyone? Now and then a hint of honey, but never too rich, and balanced by tart lemon. And the leather lurking deep within, soft and rosy, a kid glove caressing your cheek.
Despite its swirl of notes, Interlude Woman is perfectly pitched – wearing neither too light nor too heavy, and for all its oddity it just feels right and finished: I would not want to add or subtract anything here. Ms Spehner has delivered something utterly unique with this one and has become a perfumer whose work I feel compelled to follow.
Two further remarkable things about it. One is the presentation of the immortelle – desiccated, singed by frankincense smoke and spiked with citrus. This has none of the piggy, sweaty, maple syrupy echoes that can overwhelm, yet is unmistakeably immortelle. Second is the frankincense, a trademark Amouage note, but here, threading its way so lightly through the composition, giving many of the other notes encouragement and support.
I’m not sure how much bystanders will appreciate it, but I love a perfume that takes me places and this is one. A contemporary classic.