Mukhallath Seufi

I am from Russia and I love this parfume:))) It smells of rose and vanilla in base notes on my skin, no mummies, just oud! I even bought an extra bottle.

It is, at least for me, very easy to describe this perfume - red roses, musk and oud. The drydown is very musky and the longevity is around 6 hours on my skin. I have to agree with another reviewer here, there are other attars which are more affordable and longer lasting so I personally do not think it deserves the price tag. However the bottle is absolutely exquisite, it looks the part. It is an expensive looking bottle in a gorgeous box. The bottle does give you a hint of what is to come - dark red roses and the darkness of oud. I do not think I will repurchase this attar as I have read other reviews in regards to cheaper similar options from the Al Haramain house. So when I revisit the shop, I will be more savvy.

A woody floral perfume oil with an Arabic vibe & soft powdery dry down. Good? Definitely. Justifiable price? Absolutely Not!

Very disappointing. It's not overly feminine (which is fine) but is quite faint - I imagine the oil version would be much stronger). The opening smells like tar and burnt tires with air freshener. Later the sandalwood comes through but is so very insipid.

I love attars, but they are mostly completely linear, what you smell on the ball of the bottle is also what you smell on your skin after a half day. And that's good, but not always exciting. Until I went to test the Mukhallat Seufi. A first sniff of the bottle reminded me of a pharmacy. A very old-fashioned pharmacy where someone is mixing herbs, that's prabaly the combination of sage, lavender and geranium. The first few minutes after applying a drop on my skin are pretty medicinal, and then the spectacle begins. The attar is fresh-sweet! Never knew a attar can smell fresh. The opening phase of the development is very fast, in fact you should stick your nose on your skin, so you do not miss anything. The freshness makes room for almost a gourmand-like and fruity sweetness, and there appears a rose on the scene. She descends down a long staircase and mingles for a while with the other scents. Then she decides that enough is enough and demands attention for herselves, and I smell a while just rose. Not just a rose, a whole rose garden, where the air is warm and still, so the sweetness is not blown away but grows fuller and fuller, so intoxicating that butterflies get dizzy and sit down on the garden wall heated by the sun for a bit to recover. What happens next is very interesting. The rose stands back and give other fragrance notes room to enter. But she remains present in the background and if she wants to be back at the center than she does so. It's like a dance, the rose steps backwards and forwards and dances with a different flower or herb. I smell very clearly lily of the valley, then rose, then spices, then rose again, iris, rose, spices, and this continues for a while. I am forced to stay smelling my wrist because my curiosity is very excited by all this and I wonder where we are going. Eventually the rose gets back in the spotlight and the lighter elements of the attar retreat into the wings. The rose begins to mingle with wonderful woody notes. Rosewood, I suspect, but also a lovely soft sandalwood (which reminds me of Villoresi Sandalo, my favorite sandalwood). The combination of rose and wood is becoming softer and creamier and sweeter, and I start to smell oud. A creamy oud, it seems, which is in perfect balance with the rose and sandalwood and tonka. A classy oud, as I've never smelled before. I feel that every oud I smelled before contains a chemical component, but this smells so natural and earthy, and the "dirty" side of the old (you probably know what I mean) is perfectly restrained by the rose and the other woods. I feel that this attar is purely natural and balanced. The smell is heading more and more towards sweet when a tiny bit of vanilla and a lot amber to come out to play. We are now hours away, and ended up in the final phase of the attar. This phase lasts the longest (the next morning I smelled him, and a top that I had with him when I first tested lies on top of the laundry basket, and even there, the smell still lingers) and is delicious, and seems calming. Different fragrance components are so soft and so warm, and so round, that it has something reassuring, as if you get a warm hug on a cold day, or when someone says to you: "Dream safe, nothing can happen" . And I mean that literally, when I smell it in the final phase I close my eyes and dream away. Sometimes perfumes do that to me, you smell, you close your eyes and you see something from your deep memory, fields of immortelles, or a shimmering sea, or an orchard in Portugal or cathedral. In this fragrance, I see a walled garden, where the sun beats down on rose beds and herb patches and a variety of trees, and where under a small gazebo sweet incense is burned. Flirtatious giggles are heard in the distance and some insects are buzzing around. The atmosphere is becoming more languid and sweeter and warmer, giggles and the insects quiet down and a deep calm descends over the garden. The Rose knows that she is the queen of the garden, and folds its petals closed. Tomorrow, the dance begins again.