
Jeroboam Miksado is one of the spiciest and woodiest fragrances I've experieced in my life, a doping syrupy musky dark accord causing addiction (if you are in to refined woodiness-mood). Moody and kinky this juice is a jump in the inky darkness of the appalling suburbia. The supreme juicy spiciness is fruity in a kind of caramellous way, a sort of berrish jam with a woody undertone. Saffron is hypnotic. I wonder how red fruits from the forest are not listed in the notes-parade. The fruity and the spicy notes are perfectly amalgamated inside a general woody-musky olfactory construction. This central woodiness is highly sophisticated in a sort of juicy soapy way, empowered in subtle spiciness and refined floral aura. Geranium and cedar provide a sort of masculine fresher spark in the middle of a warmer soapy muskiness. The main combination of saffron, rootiness, gaiac, musk and resins conjures me the main Montale Aoud Musk's accord but in a sort of fruitier-soapier way. Funther creations jumping on mind are Acampora Nero and Carner Barcelona Cuirs because of their central musky-saffronish woody accord supported by spices and balsams. Patchouli provides a sort of dark stable backbone and olfactory structure to the general musky chord. The final enigmatic muskiness is vaguely fizzy and kind of furry. Frankly nowadays I don't crave for such a spicy kind of woody accords which are finally too "gloomy", "overcharged" and pungent (also in here I finally detect that typical "gassiness" coming from synth woody resins). This juice is extremely dark and saturnine, a quite mysterious sinny experience perfect for lycanthropes, princes of darkness, night clubs explorers and the sex-addicted wolves of the metropolitan winter night out.