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an extraordinarily complex frag, not merely of components, but of moods, sense and weight. it starts ill-humoured and snarling as like ashes from a volcano. earthy and charred, but soon starts to really awaken with woods and comfortable spices then finally, much later, that core of carnation comes fully to life and sticks around for hours of real beauty and harmony. an inspired take on this soliflore and a real demonstration of the perfumer's skill and development. it was a dear buy, but one fully justified by quality, experience and exclusivity. the packaging is a blast too. chapeau!

Imagine a wasteland, crisp and blackened all around. Smell of burning rubber and glue, the end is near...or is it.? A small patch of flowers catches your eye, clinging onto hope. Not a scent you’d want to impress someone with. Annihilation and brutalism for the nose. Worth every single cent.