Mon Numero 10

4 reseñas

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• remy

  January 23, 2018

  

  A rather curious fragrance in the Duchaufour style. It smells significantly better on the skin than in the bottle. It opens with a sharp hit of pink pepper and cinnamon; the bergamot and fennel in the base attempt to refresh it but fail somewhat, leaving behind balyamic, resinous, and medicinal notes that are a little odd. Where is the labdanum? I detect no floral notes whatsoever. For me, the backbone consists of leather, woods, and resins: a very soft leather, distinct from the designer version, with light smoky incense and spicy notes alternating with cedar, heliotrope, and tonka bean, which add a woody, powdery, and aromatic quality. Some perceive it as an old medieval church, but to me, as it dries, it recalls all sorts of pencils, wax, plasticine, and powdered turpentine. It is like being in a desert art studio after school, with children having left to tidy up, enjoying the silence following a hard afternoon of crumpled papers and failed sketches in the bin, organising scattered pencils and waxes. The scent of oils that have not yet dried on unfinished canvases, and rag pieces soaked in turpentine thrown carelessly aside. Now I can savour that aroma of half-formed projects, relaxing and waiting for the blessed muses to gift me inspiration for the next day. And patience… It is a dense, deep fragrance wrapped in mystery and the past; in my view, it is not versatile, and I cannot conceive of a place or occasion to wear it other than for personal enjoyment and intimacy as an olfactory experience. Unisex, though I perceive it as more masculine. Its trail is pleasant and not overwhelming; in the base, there are powdery resins over a sweet leather foundation. The longevity on my skin is a good eight hours. It is a sober scent, neither romantic nor sensual, inviting reflection or meditation, and being with oneself; perhaps that is why the mention of mysticism feels perfect for autumn and winter evenings. For me, who adores the smell of glue, paint, petrol, and turpentine, I would not mind wearing it wrapped in a warm, fluffy scarf at all. Many thanks to Darkbeat for making this experience possible with a complimentary sample.

• remy

  January 25, 2018

  

  A curious fragrance, typical of Duchaufour. Smells better on skin than in the bottle. It opens with spicy pink pepper and cinnamon; at the base, bergamot and fennel try to refresh it without much success, leaving balsamic, resinous, and rare medicinal touches. Where is the hop? I don’t sense any flowers. The heart is leather, woods, and resins: a soft leather, distinct from its designer’s version, with smoky incense and spices, alternated with cedar, heliotrope, and tonka bean which wood it and powder it. Some smell it like a medieval church; to me, dry, it reminds me of pencils, waxes, plasticine, and powdered turpentine. It’s like being in a painting studio, a deserted classroom after lessons, picking things up, enjoying the silence, with crumpled papers, scattered pencils and waxes, smells of un-dried oils and rags with turpentine. It smells of half-finished projects, relaxation, and waiting for inspiration. Patience included. Dense, deep, mysterious, and aged; not versatile, for personal and intimate use. Unisex, but more masculine. Trail is good, not overwhelming; base of powdered resins and sweet leather. Lasts about 8 hours. Sober, without romance or sensuality, invites reflection or meditation, perfect for an autumn and winter evening. For me, who adores smells of glues, paints, and petrol, I wouldn’t mind wearing it on a warm scarf. Thanks to Darkbeat for the sample.

• Azumi79

  February 5, 2018

  

  A burst of cinnamon with pink pepper that even tickles my nose, yet a touch of bergamot makes it super fresh at first. There’s a very light leather note – I’d say a leather with a feminine air. After a few minutes, heliotrope pops up with lots of incense; it even smells a bit of old makeup, with plenty of cinnamon. It’s a smoky, spicy scent that plays out throughout its dry-down. It hasn’t disgusted me, but it hasn’t called to me enough to make me want to buy it.

• Azumi79

  February 5, 2018

  

  A cinnamon and pink pepper bomb that even tickles my nose, though a hint of bergamot makes it fresh at first. There’s a very light leather note, almost a feminine leather. After a few minutes, I detect heliotrope with lots of incense, something clean, like old makeup with tonnes of cinnamon. It’s a smoky and spicy scent that plays out throughout its dry-down. It hasn’t put me off, but it hasn’t grabbed me enough to warrant a bottle.