"This unusual perfume was created by a French noblewoman, the Countess D'Aumont, wife of a Marshal of France, who used it to scent her gloves. It is said that because of her interest in alchemy, she was charged with witchcraft and burned at the stake. This spiced fragrance perfect for men or women has a dry aroma and strong overtones of mace, a type of pepper, which along with nutmeg is derived from the fruit of the tree Myristica Fragrans."
It's so evil and harsh. I think it could be cool to layer with some Lutens to counteract the sweetness. But it's a wonderful scorching sort of fragrance on its own and of course begs to mingle with and rough up other SMNs. It's not a leather fragrance as some reviews on MUA say, I don't think. Although it is in a league with something like Cuiron for the pure... caustic quality of its chemistry. It has an oddly comforting way about it though, a gentleness. Maybe, again with SMN, this has to do with a feeling/connotation of really serious cleanliness: of micrroorganisms in its wake having been obliterated, leaving only traces of ash. Medicinal to be sure, but beyond that: iodine like, it seems a medicine of yore fallen into disuse for doing its job a bit too well. And, iodine like, it's a scent I imagine somehow in its proper place at the site of some grievous wound: there is a hint of blood or iron or gunpowder, or something...
In 2000, CdG gave us dust on a hot light bulb. In 1828, SMN gave us a sinner in the hands of an angry god, or a very pissed off church at least.
It's so evil and harsh. I think it could be cool to layer with some Lutens to counteract the sweetness. But it's a wonderful scorching sort of fragrance on its own and of course begs to mingle with and rough up other SMNs. It's not a leather fragrance as some reviews on MUA say, I don't think. Although it is in a league with something like Cuiron for the pure... caustic quality of its chemistry. It has an oddly comforting way about it though, a gentleness. Maybe, again with SMN, this has to do with a feeling/connotation of really serious cleanliness: of micrroorganisms in its wake having been obliterated, leaving only traces of ash. Medicinal to be sure, but beyond that: iodine like, it seems a medicine of yore fallen into disuse for doing its job a bit too well. And, iodine like, it's a scent I imagine somehow in its proper place at the site of some grievous wound: there is a hint of blood or iron or gunpowder, or something...
In 2000, CdG gave us dust on a hot light bulb. In 1828, SMN gave us a sinner in the hands of an angry god, or a very pissed off church at least.
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