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.
“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.
In Pursuit of Magic makes you feel as if you’ve entered a familiar yet parallel world. Standing atop a hillside temple, time is lost in a moment of sensory overload. The refreshing citrus air simultaneously invigorates and purifies you. Tart, clean, intense, restored and protected.
“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.