Strangely compelling, but I wouldn't buy it. I do think it's a unique balance of notes, and no element dominates, although the chamomile is quite pissy/rotting-fruity, and noticeable. It's kind of like a Xerjoff but with more restraint and less saccharine. I'm sure someone loves this perfume, but it's not for me. ... Now I've worn my decant a few more times, I really don't like it. It's nauseating and relentless. I get a sort of rotting peach/bin juice vibe from it. Really horrible.
I love SHL’s exceptional style of combining notes and creating something very unique and artistic. It’s not just about the notes, there is something magical in the way he uses ingredients. Soleil de Jeddah is herbal and earthy yet soft and opulent. There is a hint of peachy sweetness from Osmanthus and very realistic herbal scent of Chamomile. It reminds me of running on the fields during summertime when I was a kid. It might feel even soapy during the first wearings but that is not an accord which comes to my mind anymore - like I wouldn’t call this scent fruity at all. As I’m not a fan of citruses it doesn’t bother me at all like is the case when it’s just used as one of the top notes. One of my favorite flowers, Iris, matches unexpectedly yet perfectly with Chamomile like with indulgent mellow Vanilla and ultra smooth leather. Iris and leather is very common combination though but here it’s totally different than it is in other scents which I know. Vanilla never gets sweet and leather never gets brash here. The concoction is absolutely intoxicating and totally unisex. For me this works best during summertime and the hotter the better. All the notes blends so beautifully and it's melting on my skin. It's utterly polished in hot and so classy. If it's too cold this is performing quite sharply and all the notes are like separated. I haven’t been in Jeddah but this scent makes me curious to visit there. ☀️ Top: Lemon - Wild Chamolile oil - Osmanthus ☀️ Middle: Iris roots - Amber - Earthy notes ☀️ Base: Iris butter - Russian leather - Vanilla from Madagascar Thank you for reading and if you want to follow me on IG: @ninamariah_perfumes
The last-gasp sour and tang of sun-shriveled citrus, fusty desiccated green herbs and mummified mosses, ashy, arid leather, and the most spectral iris wilting in a dissolving patch of shade whose earthy roots are already giving up the ghost, crumbling away in the sandy dirt. The radiant aurora of an eclipse made pale, parched apparition via a dusty, occluded lens.