It’s hard to crank up what’s already easily one of the most decadent rose-oud perfumes. But that’s what this limited edition gives you. Everything that makes Enchanted Rose such an oud-rose extravaganza… with a full gram of a precious mélange composed of vintage Myitkyina and Ta’ifi rose added in addition to the already Nha Trang-ed beauty.
This semi-bespoke was built on Sultan Red Rose. Enchanted is perhaps too sweet a word for what this is, but Beastly Strong seemed too crude.
Rose de Mai, Ruh Gulab, Royal Ta’ifi from the 80s doused in more Ta’ifi blended into Burmese oud, also from the 80s…… we could have closed the book there. What more could you want in a rose perfume?
But I should backtrack a bit and add that behind the roses, there’s a cup of black tea because – well… who’s done that before? And pear shot up into a vein of saffron. And green mandarin thrown against a canvass of red roses.
And then more rose. Lots and lots of roses. The Sultan’s own Dehnal-Ward (easily among the smoothest ottos I’ve ever smelled) atop even more Royal Taifi. And beeswax because – well… have you smelled beeswax blended with pear and rose? It lets you smell sweetness from another planet.
Sure, rose can be cloying to some. Overly sweet if it’s not the best quality. But you can’t overdo the best roses on the planet. The finest harvests money can buy today in a Jacuzzi with the finest harvests money could buy. And when we’re talking about the Sultan’s money, you know you’re not getting dried scraps, but the freshest Ta’ifi petals picked that one time that year, early as they could that morning almost half a century ago.
And castoreum because… have you smelled pear essence vaccinated with all those roses and ouds and pu-erh and black pepper and beeswax? The sweetness it adds and how it transmutes them into a diffusive blast of petals and oud smoke and spice bags popped open everywhere?
And Nha Trang LTD because Abishek wanted to put his nose in a sling after an overdose of euphoria. (“Death by Rose” – maybe that could have worked?)
And more of that vintage Burmese oud’s purple resin on top of the vintage Burmese we already had in here because she didn’t want that euphoria to end.
This is your chance to join him.
I can’t think of a trio to outdo the ripples of Vietnamese kinam Nha Trang LTD oozes into a stream of ancient Burmese agarwood smoke that sticks to the jammy pollen chord of beeswax. And roses everywhere.
PS: Did I mention the three-decades-old Tigerwood in here? Because that would just be off the hook. Malaysian Tigerwood’s darker resinous profile works magic with rose alone – but here adds a herbaceous tone absent from the other ouds’ more bitter, redder tone which turns a spray into a scent you don’t care to decipher – and instead just be enchanted by.
Get your nose ready is all I can say.