My first response to this was:
This is Buckwheat Honey, then Mead!
As the base of the fragrance lays down on my skin, the perfume becomes familiar.
I have spent the day, in the Pastry shop, of my employer, working with, superb quality Butter, Vanilla, Winter Fruit, Cognac, Honey, Molasses. It is Christmas.
It is a scent that is at once, slightly cloying, enormously comforting, vaguely alcoholic.
This subsides and what arises, is a counterpoint to the, wet, moist, sugary, fattiness.
Whispers of a ,Non ISO E Super, Wood and a beaming sliver of Frankincense, heighten, incise the honeyed richness.
I fail to identify the alleged Jasmine, so would categorize this fragrance as Masculine, not Unisex in intent.
It's status, in relation to it's older brother.
Not as good?
Well, I would declare, it is different.
What it shares, is apparent, to me.
A common poetry, study, if you will, of a Craftsman.
Whoa! What was that snuck up behind, slap me on
the back of the head.
Unmistakable, the dark, damp, almost animal,
verging on orchid-like vegetable rot. Transient.
Left behind is a trail of the purest, angel
winged nectar of Jasmine.
Matthew, you must, have this work delivered to