The freedom of cycling past the former spice warehouses of the Warmoesstraat to a canalside apartment on Prinsengracht on the elegant south side of the city. Wind in your hair.
Now we’re inside. It’s getting dark. It’s gezellig. That quintessential ingredient of good Amsterdam living — it’s cosy. Warm. Flowers in the window. Cake and feeling indulged. Beautifully made wooden furniture. Dark hues on the walls.
A genre-defying floral, spicy, woody, ambery fragrance. The conceptual imagining of a black tulip.A spicy aromatic head of elemi, schinus molle CO2 extract, Szechuan pepper and saffron. The floral heart contains tulip and rose. And a base of cedarwood, musks, sandalwood and amber.
This evokes the concrete and steel of Berlin — and the forest and lakes around the city. Carefree summers, the freshness of the water, swimming at the Strandbad Wannsee. And gritty urban living, it’s leather, smoke, spices, cups of black tea, being inside and underground. Decadent, poor but sexy. It’s a city of brutalist apartment blocks, concrete, elegant parquet floors, modern bohemians.
It’s a light and dark fragrance. A citrus, spicy, woody play of notes. Fresh and zingy top notes of grapefruit, clementine, lemon and schinus molle CO2 extract. A spicy heart containing black pepper and black tea and woody undertones of Haitian vetiver, cedarwood and patchouli.
There is nothing cold about this scent. It’s a warm touch on the shoulder, as you are entangled in green vines of black licorice. The spices and gentle sweetness will warm your surroundings. The is climate change for your skin.
Dark corners of a room seem to creep and reach out as the midnight clouds steal the last remaining shards of moonlight. Memories of smoky dreams are lost within your mind. Ruminating over the scent of mystery and nightfall, the fire you went through drifts along the air, the spices of heartache linger on the skin. Assured, you know morning will come, the darkness will subside, and the theory that everything remains dreadful will be smashed and broken.
“It’s non-stop go-go-go. Energetic with a creative and intellectual fizz. Power-walking to a breakfast meeting over the Brooklyn Bridge. A lazy May afternoon in the sun at Park Slope, warmth on the skin. Small flowers in the grass. Fresh air. It’s life on the sidewalk, early summer breezes, the glow from the lighting in bars and diners, bright apartments with books. Cocktails with friends.
It’s a musky citrus fragrance. A fresh, spicy, fizzy head, with notes of bergamot, squeezed lemon and orange juice. Incense, cardamom, ozonic notes. A floral heart, with magnolia and orris root. And a base of white woods, benzoin, amber and musks.
Here is a calibrated balance between the subtle scent of the “paper flowers” and the woody notes of sacred incenses and rare roots. It’s not only for men. Mystic and silent like dusk on the lake: from its grey reflection in the water it takes also its silver association.
A pink composition of floral notes, dedicated to the Queen of Lake Maggiore, the scented Winter Camellia. Displaying unexpected spicy accents it is persuasive and powerful while being dressed in soft pink tones.
Flowers spiked with grit, laying next to a disheveled bed and a pair of black Doc Martens… This is the Dirty Flower Factory machine, made up of jasmine, rose, orange blossom, spiced with pepper and grounded with musk and ambergris. A scent for those that don’t want to smell pretty all the time.
Those moments when scent lingers longer than expected. Warmth and bright new mornings collide when passersby glance, noting something different in the air. Eyes close as they take in dark-roasted coffee, vanilla and amber. Their usual route is abandoned; it’s you they follow.
“This feeling of an ancient city, but with a freshness, a modernity. An old luxury and a new confidence. Sometimes clichés are in the popular imagination for all the right reasons. This is the meeting of two continents and two cultures. Coffee. Creaminess. Leather. Suede. Spices. Incense. Waking up in the Moda, crossing the Bosphorus, and a balmy night in Karaköy.”
An ambery, woody, spicy fragrance. A fresh aromatic head, with notes of bergamot, cardamom, red thyme. A woody, aromatic heart, with lavender absolute, Egyptian geranium essence, patchouli heart and sweet myrrh (opoponax) essence. And basenotes of sandalwood, vanilla, tonka bean, amber and musks.
“It’s addictive, big, small, soaring, down to earth, and done with a wicked sense of humour. East end boys and west end girls. Second-hand leather jackets. Creative, new, old, beautiful, ugly, rich, poor. All rubbing along. It’s a wet spring. Roses from Columbia Rd. Georgian architecture. A hint of dustiness. An earthy lush wetness you can almost taste.”
It’s a floral leather fragrance. With a watery green head, of cucumber and violet leaves. A floral heart, with Rose de Mai Absolute, rose oil and orris root. And basenotes of leather, sandalwood, patchouli, and cedarwood.