Mysore Incenza, from Areej Le Doré was released in 2022. The perfumer behind this creation is Russian Adam. It has the top notes of Olibanum (Frankincense), middle notes of Ambergris, Jasmine, and Rose, and base notes of Amber and Mysore Sandalwood.
Firstly, I've never smelled any other perfumes by Russian Adam, although I'd love to, so I'm happy to say I can circumvent all the talk of this not living up to his others etc etc. When I first got into perfume, I found that the common incense note (such as that found in Avignon, and countless others) - the sort of churchey, dry incense, didn't resemble any incense I'd ever experienced. But over time I assimilated that smell into my cognitive bank so it's what I now recognize broadly as incense. When I smelled this perfume, I remembered what incense had actually smelled like to me during my university days when I used to visit a lot of hippy shops and use a lot of joss sticks. At first it wasn't necessarily a great association, as I've moved far past those days and associate that smell with crusty student digs and the lazy stoner/raver student types who were in the periphery, the type of people who sit around getting drunk and high and talking about what's wrong with the world whilst failing to see the profound irony of the situation. Lucky for me this visceral reaction, and almost revulsion, passed quickly as I was distracted by a strange, salty sort of ever-so-slighly bilgey waft coming from my arm..... then jasmine, roses, oh my god, then I realised this was ambergris, which was softly diffusing with the florals from among some citric elemi-esque olibanum. The more I focused the more complex it got. Then I left and went to work, and during the day the perfume really dried down and I was graced by the mysore sandlewood, brooding and ebbing from my skin, close to the skin but seemingly everlasting. Today in Paris it's been snowing and windy all day, and I've been out and about between meetings being blasted with soggy, horizontal sleet, snow and rain, but the perfume endured through it all. I got home at 9pm and while I could still smell it, I couldn't resist another spritz on each wrist, so I'm not sure exactly how long it lasts, seemingly eternally. This is an incredible perfume that I percieve as at once familiar and completely original. It's like coming home to something I love, but I've never actually known it until now.
Firstly, I've never smelled any other perfumes by Russian Adam, although I'd love to, so I'm happy to say I can circumvent all the talk of this not living up to his others etc etc. When I first got into perfume, I found that the common incense note (such as that found in Avignon, and countless others) - the sort of churchey, dry incense, didn't resemble any incense I'd ever experienced. But over time I assimilated that smell into my cognitive bank so it's what I now recognize broadly as incense. When I smelled this perfume, I remembered what incense had actually smelled like to me during my university days when I used to visit a lot of hippy shops and use a lot of joss sticks. At first it wasn't necessarily a great association, as I've moved far past those days and associate that smell with crusty student digs and the lazy stoner/raver student types who were in the periphery, the type of people who sit around getting drunk and high and talking about what's wrong with the world whilst failing to see the profound irony of the situation. Lucky for me this visceral reaction, and almost revulsion, passed quickly as I was distracted by a strange, salty sort of ever-so-slighly bilgey waft coming from my arm..... then jasmine, roses, oh my god, then I realised this was ambergris, which was softly diffusing with the florals from among some citric elemi-esque olibanum. The more I focused the more complex it got. Then I left and went to work, and during the day the perfume really dried down and I was graced by the mysore sandlewood, brooding and ebbing from my skin, close to the skin but seemingly everlasting. Today in Paris it's been snowing and windy all day, and I've been out and about between meetings being blasted with soggy, horizontal sleet, snow and rain, but the perfume endured through it all. I got home at 9pm and while I could still smell it, I couldn't resist another spritz on each wrist, so I'm not sure exactly how long it lasts, seemingly eternally. This is an incredible perfume that I percieve as at once familiar and completely original. It's like coming home to something I love, but I've never actually known it until now.