My passion for fragrance stems from passion for the air itself.
Tom Ford Extreme begins with an oxblood leather couch in the study of a famous psychiatrist. The study is lined with books and the sprawling hardwood desk contains a silver letter opener, a meteorite paperweight, and other lavish clutter. Next to the desk is a pipe chest, where an extraordinary collection of pipes from all over the world, fine tobacco, and spiny brand new pipe cleaners all wait silently in the dark.
This rich but reserved fragrance opens with a salty creamy leather
Gris Clair opens with a natural lavender stripped of it's astringent properties and balanced perfectly with the sweet vibrating hum of incense softened and warmed with amber and vanilla. It is at once fresh and warm, a dichotomy of scents, and for what it's worth, the most interesting Lutens I have experienced so far.
After the top notes start to relax their hold, cool florals start to penetrate this rich orange layer, suggesting a drop in temperature with the onset of evening.