Myths, now discontinued along with most of the Christopher Chong collection, is a chameleon of a scent even for Amouage standards. While I haven’t been able to try it in damp cool weather yet, I have been wearing it in warmer than average days and I’m finding I enjoy its multifaceted character. Myths opens on my skin with a hay quality. A papery mimosa that reminds me instantly of a zoo. The smell of animals, manure, stables. In the most positive way, Myths starts just like I like my perfumes; bold and dirty. This opening phase is a dead ringer of a slightly lighter Une Fleur de Cassie. While I regret selling my Malle bottle, since I hardly found the occasion to use it, I’m happy to be reacquainted with that wonderful perfume even for a few minutes. Since no mimosa is listed here, I’m guessing it’s a play between the chrysanthemum and maybe the carnation. When the heart starts to shine, Myths moves to chypre territory. The galbanum, which usually is the star when featured, here is more discreet. Along the carnation, undeclared floral notes (rose and jasmine most surely, also maybe mimosa) and some vetiver and oakmoss, it slowly starts to recall big chypres of yore. The ghost of Paloma in particular is quite obvious, with a gentle honeyed sweetness that is elusive at once yet there if you close your eyes. I find it reminds me of the dry chypre variety, so along those lines, one can sense many more shadows in the background. Is that Bandit? Or Cabochard? Maybe there’s some Mystère as well, but like I said, they are shadows of the past along the leathery character of Myths. The drydown shifts once again, and a slight sweetness emerges again. My nose tells me there’s narcissus, some resins along an ambery civet, just like Romanza, which is another perfume I find traces of in Myths. Woody, slightly carnal and salty, with caressing musks. I find Myths, in simple lines, a dry spicy chypre, that mutes its notes down to sepia tones and highlights facets as time goes by. But that somber feel changes when you catch glimpses of past perfumes in this homage. Chong has a powerful vision for his creations, and among their originality there is always a tribute to the past. Myths is in my opinion the penultimate great perfume he made for Amouage before Imitation’s (woman) swan song. A solid bet for lovers of leathery, animalic chypres with a darkness in them!
I love that everyone has such strong feelings about this. After blind buying Myths Man, I bought the woman version (for me everything is unisex). I expected, and wanted, a difficult, interesting, melancholy fantasy in a bottle, something I'd not be able to stop sniffing, and I was prepared for it to be worse somehow than the Man. I got what I wanted, and am happy to say I like it more...the man version has a sort of sharp, acrid floral pungency which is gone here. I am an avid hiker, and I'm looking forward to wafting through the forest in this, literally and figuratively. It's a lot more subtle than I expected and I find it a beautiful and unique green scent. Update: I know what this reminds me of... If you enjoy the mouldy undercurrent of Coromandel, this is that, with the citrus and chocolate stripped away. It's the ghost of Coromandel wafting through the serene graveyard. Another update: I've smelled this aroma while hiking in the forest on a hot day when I had recently rained. It was so similar I almost thought someone in the group was wearing the perfume, which or course wasn't the case. Another update: Haven't touched this for months and now I've worn it to bed. This perfume is INSANE. It's so serious, so weird... When you smell a vintage chypre that's turned, this is almost like that, but not, as in it doesn't actually smell like it's off, it just has the most hardcore chypre combo I've ever smelled, eschewing anything pretty, delicate, sweet or sparkling and burrowing straight down into the dank moss and skank. To me it doesn't smell like urine, but I get why some may see it otherwise. I can't imagine ever wearing this out, and I wear some pretty crazy frags sometimes. I think my friends would probably be concerned for my sanity if I did. But I love it! Update after months of not smelling: Good golly this is a crazy perfume. It never fails to take me aback. It's like boiled spinach with the soil left in. I can't imagine ever wearing this outside but it is a truly genius, audacious scherzo of. a scent that deserves to grace the most unwearable masterpieces lists alongside Secretions Magnifiques, Sombra, etc.
Originally written in 08/23 AMOUAGE MYTHS Woman Nathalie Lorson (2016) I love to challenge myself and trying to find my limits with unique polarizing scents. This was my latest obsession and I think this is the one I used time the most trying to imagine the scent in my head. I managed to do it very well. In the opening this is Narcissus and Violet Leaves for a fleeting moment and after that it really is dark green scent from vet flowers (green parts) which has been in the vase for a while mixed with a scent from a wet grass wich is just cutted with a lawnmower. I was thinking that no one wants to create that kind of scent if it wouldn’t be something beautiful and I was right. That scent here is something really addictive, calming and it reminds me of a beautiful nature which has been big part of my life. It reminds me of my childhood when spending time with my grandfather on the fields and getting rid of weeds with my hands and running in the fresh grass. I don’t think this is difficult to love if you just love dark greenish scent of plants. Sniffing straight away my arm it’s exactly what I get (I mean what I described) but around me the scent is really alluring and a way more abstract, very pleasant and unique. I don’t get any leather like I’m used to. This is mossy but not a dry one. Top: Narcissus, Violet Leaves, Galbanum Heart: Carnation, Patchouli, Ambergris Accord Base: Leather, Moss, Musk Just marvelous! Thank you for reading and if you want to follow me on IG: @ninamariah_perfumes