Majnoon by Azman

I absolutely love it, but my wife doesn’t… the typical problem. I’ve realised that when it’s cold, she changes her mind. For me, it’s a wonder; I like those scents that seem not to go away. In my defence, my sister does like it. I think it’s very well finished, it’s a pleasure, and it makes me feel comfortable wherever I am. If you buy it, you won’t go wrong… I was given this as a gift, haha.

The eloquence of Majnoon twists all my emotions. Streaks of blood-red threads emerge from incoherent verses sliding over invulnerable poetry. Marginal, authentic vocation: a blend of pomegranate and grapefruit almost creamy, sweet, sour, and sticky, crawling through my bones without intending to pronounce my name. The spices (nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon, saffron) steep in hot wine, igniting an excessive love and stalking a dark desire. The scent sets its own rhythm, intense, twisting my forgotten gospel until I kiss the floor. My skin modulates a roasted coffee aroma, warming the room with different beans, adding depth to the void and drowning out the light. This infinite prologue evokes a sensory language where madness and confrontation are the perfect representation. The cypress and the first wave of oud cling like burning psalms, rising from my throat to question whether it’s a sigh or a moan. A tough, spicy, and very woody temperament clarifies my creed. The painful, dry tobacco is a broken whirlwind that longs to be that air of freedom. The sensual champaca, almost syrupy, offers itself without looking at a withered rose, lulling ghosts of ordinary objects. Minutes pass and those smoking embers forget the size of that prolific furrow. I set that nobody as a witness that only he knows my darkness, that I bite my lips, that my appendages are very joyful, and that I hold myself back from being that vulgar young girl. The wind swells, blades with edges of oud, honey-floral, sweet, powerful without showing the claws of the oldest art: creation. Majnoon, a work of art.

This should have been a follow-up to Kerosene. With Majnoon, we have a fragrance where coffee dominates the composition, as if you were smelling ground coffee straight from the bag, accompanied by plenty of spices. There’s a touch of oud (supporting note) and smoke in the background, though everything revolves around spiced coffee. It’s linear, with good performance, unisex-leaning masculine, and of high quality. It smells 100% like a niche perfume. The base has amber (which ultimately translates to vanilla-like accords) and vanilla, though don’t expect a sweet scent because it isn’t; the coffee work here gives it a slightly dry texture. It’s a dense fragrance. Here, coffee dominates, and it’s justifiable to say it represents this accord. This should have been a follow-up to the excellent John Pegg; his fragrance is photorealistic but linear and boring. In my opinion, it lacks development. It seems more like an extremely realistic smell than a perfume. You need to layer it and use a vanilla fragrance or something with tonka bean to give it a twist and make it more interesting. For those who enjoy spiced aromas and mainly coffee, it’s worth getting to know Majnoon.