Ameer

#1432 in my "Tour de Fragrance" I bought a decant spray of Bvlgari "Le Gemme Falkar" 1200 fragrances ago to compare it to Maison Alhambra's clone, "Sceptre Amazonite", which was not a bad copy, but could have been better with more cypriol. Mancera "Hindu Kush", with its cannabis note, instead of cypriol. works better than the Bvlgari IMO, and costs several hundred dollars less. The Alhambra Amazonite is of course cheaper than the Hindu Kush, but I haven't worn the Amazonite since I purchased it, and I have worn the Mancera, for what it's worth. Back to this really dead-on Falkar clone from Assala Prime. Wow! Good job guys. Long-lasting black woodiness, inexpensive. Definitely for the men. Much better than the Alhambra, BUT, that cypriol that is so nice in the opening in all these scents evaporates quickly. So, boffo opening, much tamer dry down. On the plus side it makes this scent wearable in tight spaces, and the other notes hold up well. But this brings me back to why I think if this is your jam you will appreciate the Mancera "Hindu Kush" as the green of that cannabis note is not going away five minutes after you spray. Funny how I hated the smell of burning cannabis in college, but I love the smell of the plant in fragrances. Anyway, this is a great scent and I've ordered two more Assala Prime scents based on this experience. This stuff is inexpensive and worth every penny.

The saffron is buried under the strength of the cypriol and oud in the base playing along with the cinnamon and nutmeg top As it mellows down, the saffron bolsters the leather and the cypriol starts making the musk almost hygienic. Nice and smoky, smooth, and just clean enough, without the soapy vibes being too clean and insecure. Nicely balanced and interesting without being too complicated with facets.

Inspired by Falkar Bvlgari. 4.00 Ameer is better than Sceptre Amazonite. Not blind buy. Only for bruttal perfumes fans.

🤢🤮🤢🤮🤢🤮 I still can’t believe the day I tried this perfume ....it was supposed to be elegance in a bottle. The first spray hit me like a storm... not of beauty, but of pure disaster. It smelled like someone mixed old flowers, burnt sugar, and mystery... the bad kind. My sister walked in and said, “Did something spoil in here?” and I just stood there, speechless. Even my dog refused to come near me ..that’s when I knew it was serious. I tried to wash it off, but it clung to me like regret I couldn’t escape. My family begged me never to wear it again; they said it could start an evacuation. I learned my lesson that day not every fancy bottle hides a masterpiece, big flop 👎👎👎👎👎👎👎