Meta

Originally named KAFKA, I wrote a review for it on 24th January 2017. So here's a copy and paste: "It took a very Cold day here in the equatorial tropics for me to fall in love with this fragrance. Torrential downpours that last the whole day, flooding streets. Powerful air conditioning in an empty restaurant situated in a 1900s colonial building (probably haunted). That is as cold as it gets here anyway. Kafka smells like a frosting of white sparkly sugar crystals on my skin and candied Jasmine petals in my hair. It's pure incandescence and sweet-toothed pleasures, like sucking on a sugar cube dipped in golden honeyed tea. I wouldn't describe it as a candy gourmand, because it's firmly in the floral/Amber category. But Kafka makes me feel like a sexy candy cane dressed up in silver spangles, a delectable last course for someone to unwrap. It has become my de facto date perfume. Layered with Teone's Mokaya, a masterful tobacco-centered scent, it's pure sensual magic. "Hello beautiful stranger".... (In warm weather, the ambrette gets emphasised a lot more and it's definitely more musky.)"

Mysterious Meta indeed - here is deepest alchemy. Something is given up in any act of creation and Meta is no exception. Meta (Kafka's second incarnation) reveals an earthy amber blast but is oh so much more - as a wave of patchouli and vanilla breaks - somehow producing this amazingly balanced scent. It is like a golden afternoon. Reminds me of Autumn, burning off after gathering the fallen timber, sap secrets bursting into flame and hissing sweet aromatic oils, mingled with the breath of citrus blossom from the orchard - a heavenly experience. You would swear there was oranges going on here as well. This perfume is devastatingly good, it has a power and sweetness yet is gorgeously in tune as each moment unfolds. This must be up there with Teone's best, and it can hold its own with the big brass for sure. Meta is young, it is old, it is all things; it holds the sacred chord in its heart and unfurls it generously. It is the metamorphosis of birth, death, and regeneration in a bottle. Truly sublime.