Velvet Plum

Powdery wood takes the lead from the first connection of perfume with skin. Confident, smoky and luxurious. It puts the first brush strokes of the velvet impression into the composition. There is a sliver of bergamot following it, but it is very light and etherial, so I expect that not many people will grasp it. Iris and heliotrope create a slate blue hue, reaching out for the plum, but not there enough. They add cool satin smoothness, warmed up by cashmeran and the wood. The plum I see is still ripening, not ready yet, but already taught and seductive enough, that one has to exercise restraint and patience so as not to pluck it too soon. The sensation of velvet is incomparable to anything I have ever smelled. I can feel it's warm embrace, gentle bristling against my skin and seductive whisper promising all the delights and indulgences of its nature. Patchouli adds the raspiness, perfectly imitating the soft bristles of the fabric against the skin. It is one of the best patchoulies I have experienced, - measured, deep and physical. It is not just a scent, it is a pure sensation and indulgence on one's skin. I love the projection, slightly more than arm's length, but due to the skilfulness of the composition and blend, - never overpowering or repulsive. This is a noble, classic and unique scent, that cannot be mistaken or confused with any other. Forget Tom Ford or others, - this is a velvet in a steel-blue hue, that has never been done before or since. This is not about the fruit, but about its impression and perception of the imperial majesty and magnificence. I do not feel tuberose or florals; but osmanthus is here, powdery and discreet, as a shogun to Japan's Imperial Court. A perfect facet to already amazing composition. It diffuses the scent over the skin and above it, ensuring its unique and dignified character, announcing its righteous place among the other notes, hailing from millennia prior to the modern perfumery. The "Velvet Plum" is one of the most distinguished fragrances that project quiet power and nobility, unhurried and unbound by anyone's rules except those it chose for itself. It is perfectly unisex and versatile like no other. This is a plum without a plum, and yet, - the soul of it is here, luxurious, unmistakable and unforgettable. The Shogun of the old, not Tokugawa for they were too crass and fixated on the tea ceremony. I see the Ashikaga/Muromachi period, when the imperial blood still flowed in the veins of the noble warriors and the culture and eloquence were also part of their soul.