Promise Parfum

(aug 2020) THIS, is perfume. quickly I ensured myself of two flacons. the parcel came in and the perfume was smellable terminus post quem, from THAT period. the flacon wasn't even open, even not the parcel ! I found that such a characteristic for the perfume and of course for Domique Ropion. then I spritzed the first spritz. I found myself glueed to my pulse. the first and one would say (especially in the beginning) note one smells is cypriol, big, major. this is not a Heidi-on-the-Mountain perfume. I must say it took hours that day to discover any other note but twelve hour in I could smell the loveliest roses de Mai. and were they pervasive ! I also detected the castoreum and the clove-oil. these first impressions (hours in) did won the perfume for me to the max. I also found it a very unusual perfume. there are some similarities (they are not clones) with Dusitas 'Oudh Infini'. not a 'je ne sais quoi' but a [fuck you fuck me] attitude. Ropions 'Portrait of a Lady', 'Carnal Flower', 'Cologne Indelibile' (for my straight twinbrother) and 'Monsieur'; 'Fleur de Cassie' show the same intransigence which i do so, so love. for one parfumista [the scented salamander ?; Çafleurebon ?] this was 'the rose from Hell'. 'approach it with witchcraft and spells'.... thát perfume can still bewitch me after all those years (from 1975). (later) I have had quite some trips with Promise. in 2017 I bought two Bottles based on the news about this notorious perfume. my favorite perfumer had concipiated it, Dominique Ropion. I found the notes intruiging. what was a watershed moment was when the first parcel arrived. in the Cardboard box of the Postal Couriers, in the Box of the Éditions De Parfums Frédéric Malle, in the Cellophane, in the Sealed Bottle I could smell the Perfume while still sealed off ! this was a great YES for me. the Accords were mesmerizing. Bulgarian Roses, Turkish Roses, Cloves, Saffron, Castoreum, Patchouli, Pink Pepper, Labdanum. NEVER have I smelled the Apple nor the Rosemary. Ambroxan I do not smell. the Roses I only smelled after 12+ hours. the only thing I now still smell is the Cypriol-oil or Nagarmotha. once I saw a documentary of Great Stretches of Reeds along the Northern Source of the Nile. these were thick, inimpenetrable and were as big as English Counties. now that is my image of Promise. and this, unnuanced for indeed 12 hours. something to ponder about.