This is a work of art. The holy grass base gives a unique musk that dries down to perfection. The spices come through strongly and you just get a waft of it throughout the day.
There’s a mystical nature to this fragrance, it’s perfect in the winter as well as there is a warmth to it that just makes me smile
The bottle is gorgeous and hand painted by the owner. All three Vallense scents are great but this is fantastic
So this composition, predominantly smells of frankinsense and benzoin to me. Not in the way that you might think, sharply sweet, but earthy and ‘churchy’ like an Avignon type thing…nor is it an ‘amber’ as such, a world apart from that infact. This is not sharp at all but I think if you’re familiar with these kinds of resin materials you’ll recognise this non atypical signature. The rest is almost a creamy, hand cream, nutty vetiver, with an excellent lightly smoky effect layered in. In many ways this feels indy and clumpy, not very refined, yet its complexity and prominent naturalism in its materials make me inherently really like it. I’m morbidly interested in its facets and it wears really nicely but it’s far from a pretty or elegant perfume. Noticed it goes on in a kind of slick of grease on my skin, which I don’t like but generally it’s better than anything I could ever make, yet it’s still reminscent of my own naive, perfumery fumblings.
A nocturnal glamour-cryptid, cloaked in its own velvety wings, its vast buggy eyes like antique opera glasses. It lives in cultivated dark, manicured parks behind concert halls, the shadowed side of a fountain, topiaries at midnight. It has a taste for finer things and knows where to find them. You didn't know it was on the guest list, but here you both are!
Mossy and ambery and peppery, with a resinous sweetness that reads less like dessert than like the filling of some abstract turnover made with dry grasses and syrupy saps, ground and sweetened acorns bound together in something dark and flaking. Rich and musky-dry, slithery, a lurker. It unfolds slowly next to you on the bench, vast wings spreading, obscuring the moon, eyes enormous and unblinking. It means you no harm. It is simply drawn to the same things you are. It will have what you're having.