It starts with a beautiful pink and then the explosion of wood and alcohol opens the dance of the senses by pouring a glass of delicious crystal Cognac ageless. Soon ylang-ylang, benzoin, cedar and sandalwood are born as the chills cumin, musk or any other animal ingredients are supporting. Leather and pipe tobacco lifelike complete the picture. All this gives the feeling of being in contact with skin soft, warm, vibrant thousand promises.
But that's not counting the incense with its peppery note and mystical, a remarkably fine incense burning recalling certain varieties used in churches. I do not like this ingredient which I confess to have fallen under its spell.
The body appears finally, majestic and enthralling, a chypre oriental, sappy, deep, rich and almost all say pushing the first few minutes. Concentration deserves the absolute qualifier and will reduce consumption.
After an absolute time for the evening is balanced and offers a quieter trail and built, but if you approach and caress the skin with your breath, you open the wooden box which he composed and will unveil a bouquet ylang-ylang and rose carefully preserved.
But the best is yet to come. As time passes, the more he makes notes of flesh with a hint of patchouli that after the night will help address the wink of this perfume, kissing, an effect due mainly to the scent of saliva and bold lipstick.
Francis Kurkdjian has not composed a simple, unqualified for the evening, he has woven a negligee for the night, a ripple feline and extreme that leaves no one indifferent, men and women, slumming it in agreements with high heels and sublimating his desire for a chypre oriental renews a classic genre and already well filled.
Absolute for the evening is a success indeed difficult to bear but which tells a story, a fragrance that never ends and that is when the senses take power and that projects shameful abound in your soul.
