Black Afgano by Nasomatto, 2009

Claustrophobia in a bottle and images of medieval subterraneous prisons and labyrinths coming to mind. Gothic. Alongside of Salvador Dalì Pour Homme, Black Tourmaline Durbano and the new sepulchral Dark Aoud Montale probably the darkest scent i own. The bats circle in the misty air of the night. An obscure, narcotic, resinous blend of many elements, i figure (but anybody is sure apart from the creator Gualtieri) musk, tobacco, hashish, oudh, coffee, vetiver, patchouli, may be heliotrope, precious woods, incense, leather, smoke and some nocturnal flower as the violet. The hidden floral heart beside woods and patchouli produce, in the obscure, camphoraceous, ancient wake, a spark of modern-chic sophistication. Ancient and modern tend to merge in a futuristic and timeless ( gothic and alluring-chic at once) connection. A starring role is played by vetiver imo (many mention sandalwood) but is still important the role played by coffee, aoud, incense and obviously hashish (this one barely perceivable by experts). Highly dangerous, naugthy, i wear this scent in order to cut boldly the crowd as an hypnotic vampire in the smoky appalling night clubs all around the world. The longevity and the sillage are stunning and impressive, the scent is as much viscous that could stain. I agree with Off Scenter about its crudity and its sperimental, hardcore modernism ( that submits sometimes the balance, the measure) even though we can't deny that this fragrance is anyway addictive, mysterious, intoxicating, dirty and brooding. Enough for me. All here seems pushed up beyond the limits but it's undeniable people get crazy about it, women seem submitted by its otherworldly, orgiastic, mellow cruelty.

Reading all the reviews of Black Afgano, I am thankful for the fact that I don't watch the news or read newspapers (can't stand 'em) because I would have never had the opportunity to smell this fantastic fragrance (I would have avoided it entirely) had I heard anything about it's proclivity toward and celebration of Marijuana. Ew yuck gross. When I put this on, my puppy literally follows me around. I know that's a weird thing to say, just as it's probably a keenly peculiar thing to read I'm sure, but it's true. This stuff is deceptively simple, but there's a whole world of life going on underneath and inside. This is not a scent that I want to wear around my neck, because it is sweet, and I don't particularly care to be enveloped by Cinnamon and Incense and Smoke and Anise at all moments of all days, but when I put Black Afgano on my wrists, it makes everything interesting, it makes the world a better place, it makes me want to hold everything and bring it all toward my face. And in this aspect, I can completely understand why my beloved pooch follows me around whenever I wear the stuff. And if I were a beautiful woman, I would wear it around my knees, because I can't even begin to imagine how often men would end up creating random excuses to end up on their knees around you.