Review by darvant
Obscurantism, Highlands Clans' riots, fortified castles, bascule bridges and Holy Inquisition in a bottle. The barbarian warriors are resting on the board of the cave while dreadful clouds start to thicken over their heads. Molecules of smoke, resins, furs and musks of the wood swirl in the air. Extremely compelling leathery-incensey dope of absinthe, anise, aromatic-minty leaves and obscure animal-woody notes with the ordinary O'Driu's boozy and smoky patterns. The brewage of chemomile, bergamot, laurel and thyme represents the backbone of the sinister recipe (a backbone rooted over a base of final vetiver), ulteriorly darkened by a complex congeries of otherworldly elements and by the smoke of the medieval battles. Wonderful and epic. The benning is soon medicinal and medieval, alchemic and esoteric. Obscure herbs, heavy clouds and ancient ingredients ( witchs' recipes) are melted in a scary amalgam. I catch arcane leathery-animal notes, aromatic herbs, chamomile, secret musks-mosses and smoky-peppery incense since from the first explosion. I detect the chamomile-mimosa tandem in the chaos of the top notes oily background and it is notable to me. In this phase a starring duo made of laurel and myrtle (turned utterly minty by notes of juniper berries and may be artemisia) climbs on the stage before a final chord made by a boozy almond syrup-wormwood accord, dark-green viscouse galbanum, castoreum and incense drags the smell towards a more harmonious darkness of the forest. The pepper (cardamom) on the side of some aromatic herbs of the wood hold on till the end to envelop the elements while a final vetiver starts to disclose its substance at the end of the trip when the storm subsides and the diverse sparks of smell dance in harmony over a green (vetiver) bed. The final outcome is a poem of far epochs and a masterwork of olfactory art from Mr. Pregoni.
