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Autoritative and commanding, this bold classic must have in its blend something that, going beyond the spices, the woods, the dry fruits, the flowers and creams, turns itself in a so unapologetic and notorious concoction. Something slightly rough, may be bitter or earthy that at first sniff i thought had to be a stressed tobacco note supported by a traditional and masculine lavender, engaged the last one in order to smooth and water the woody-oriental elements, i'd like to tell in other words, " the scotch-zabaglione". This bold, rough, macerated, syrupy undertone that pushes up the charisma reproducing in my perception a smoky kind of olfactory element, i think is appointed by the combination of tangerine, lavender and above all cinnamon. The last one is the key element side by side with brazilian rosewood, damask rose and vanilla. Only God knows if somewhere is hidden a not listed note of tobacco or tonka bean that my still profane nose keeps to perceive. The sour opening of orangy tangerine and lavender, just a bit tamed in its bitterness by the rosewood of the top, exudes its effect till the packaged final product, playing its role in performing the bitter, smoky, bold touch. In this phase the scent is still tart and a bit kind of gummy. An arrogant rose gets in play now, starring and selfish, in the middle of the aromatic water, flanked by coriander and cinnamon in order to create a smoky-floral liquor ready to dive in the creams. In this phase i've the sensation to smell something similar to tobacco and i'm ready to drink the liquid irish creamy liquor of the final outcome. The dry down indeed is really smooth and silky due to creamy sandalwood and the woodsy, musky bit animal ambrette seads. A wonderful concoction, retro and bohemian but still modern nowadays. A classic anyway, a mutable, watery woody-oriental fragrance with a rooty-syrupy aftertaste, a creation that features a main peculiarity, its distinguishable substance.
23 March, 2011