Journey Woman

Tempted by the promise of apricot and florals, I decided to give it a chance. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm died within seconds. The opening is distinctly spicy, instead of juicy apricot, I mainly get cardamom and nutmeg. There’s no fruity softness; it’s dry and sharp, like opening a kitchen cupboard full of spices. After a while, a floral blend appears, generously drenched in honey. These aren’t fresh, radiant blooms, though, but rather dried bouquets forgotten in the attic, with a waft of tobacco lingering in the background. The whole thing reminds me of an old herbal apothecary or a heavy, dusty curtain in a vintage theatre. In the base, I pick up cypriol and, unfortunately, even more of the tobacco I personally struggle with. I can hardly detect any saffron, musk or vanilla. Longevity is very good, projection moderate, and the composition is undoubtedly complex and well crafted. I can appreciate the artistry, but it’s simply not my sort of thing.