I remember very well my first encounter with Black Cashmere. It was a grim October and November evening, I returned home tired from work, and I passed that along the way perfume, I went a little to edify. BC landed on one hand, making the journey to the distant settlement immediately stopped the logs. Zafrapował me from the first flowering, but only when after 20 minutes I left the bus, and warmed up my coat sleeve came autumn, omnipotentny wind, smell owionął bewitched me, and for good. thought I'd finally found a perfume like incense definitely made straight for me! The odor, which is very attracted to me in the NU YSL, here was perfect, dressed in flavors that do not disturb me, and uwypuklały what that smell beautiful: his lack of discernment, dymność. The Black Cashmere wrap and can disappear from view, melting into the black. Scent of incenses the whole person, wrapped in black as pitch, soft as a butterfly wing smoke. He was then (2003) the most "magical" flavor, which I was the smell, and definitely we are talking about black magic, a dark but not terrible mystery. BC reminded me of the sacrifices of flowers on the altar of the Goddess of zasępionym face.
Then it was different. We made love passionately but briefly. Almost like a fruit of this sudden love, just after the taming of one another, appeared in my new life and new customs were followed in my kingdom bottles. After 9 months, I returned to myself, I went back to BC. Again shortly. second pregnancy was for the flock even more ruthless. I gave my full fifty for almost nothing, she added balm ... in these difficult days I was sure that this is the end. But when a few months ago there were rumors about the withdrawal of BC, I had no doubt what to do. I won a bottle, I make stock and I hope that third time lucky, and that I will be wiser this time and we will be together for long.
Through the prism of our turbulent know I see BC as follows: The first chords are already incense, and soft, brown, like coffee wood, richly seasoned with masala. Deep in the nasal cavities is getting hot and dark. Hypnos flies, his shadow covers velvet oblivion. Dream that you are His bride. The Lord of the March comes in the night, a black body, invisible, wszechprzenikliwe. Bats covers his face with his hand gently, slowly raises to his own, and made the first tender kiss, the touch of wings. Dream. Dissolves in and caress him, in fact no longer the bride, the body is empty, her spirit soars cloudy sky, silently. You wyśnić sweet Finally, a slight shiver, and you and a nightmare.
At monolithic, smooth, black, and like a dead shell undulates scent bottle constantly restless and full of great energy, deep as ocean, where the billow conflicting currents of emotion, desires and charms. Scent through the subconscious.
In contrast to all other perfumes inspired kadzidlanych Western Christianity (MdM , Avignon, Passage d'Enfer ), In which incense is in my perception are very strict, and though isolated, so sharp, Black Cashmere also contains a feminine face of the church, as a odor służebnie wypastowanej floor. With this unprecedented admixture offers a warm, greasy glow. Timber in BC is different than eg in Sequoia - there is nothing in it with fresh juice, a burst of resin - a smell of slightly skwaśniałych, wysiedzianych, polished pews and kneelers with hollow cavities hundreds of humble knees.
BC is undoubtedly warm, though the dominant note of incense always vaguely I recalls the cold interior of the church. Definitely one of those that leave behind a "trail", but trail is not invasive - who wants to feel it still needs to have some fun in chasing a black nose wing.
notes: saffron, masala spices, white pepper, cloves, nutmeg, allspice, broom, red rose Marechai, Ethiopian Guggul incense, Singapore patchouli, African Wengue tree, honey tree, labdanum, vanilla, amber, honey.
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