Ebene Fume with its incandescent glowing cacophony of sunset woods majesty, spider-pronged and prickly tines of moody-fiery black pepper, and the mystical ambiguity of palo santo’s piney/licorice/camphor vibe is a brazenly beautiful scent, perilously intense, and all consuming. Smoky, regal, and fearsome, a tiger queen who set her kingdom on fire rather than see it fall, the incense burned on an altar of protection, invoking darksome saints with flaming swords. Desperate, dangerous prayers granted in gorgeous and terrible ways.
This is a strong-ass perfume. It's love-hate for me. It's wonderful at arms length but gives me a headache up close. I get no florals, no violet leaf, no rose. Absolutely do not overspray. Those of you saying the performance is bad need to visit the ENT specialist. All in all, it's BONE dry, crackling embers, artisan wood smoke. Not easy, but probably worth the effort.
This is like the growling little pet in Despicable Me. It starts out snarling and yapping, delusionally full of machismo and bravado, before suddenly rolling over and showing its true colours as a fluffy little poopykins. It's as complex and dynamic as a Tom Ford gets, and in my opinion could be technically the best perfume from the brand I've experienced. Every wear is different according to temperature, mood, many factors. I absolutely love this, it's a proper perfume that goes on a journey with twists and turns.
