I love the cracked ball knob top on this perfume ... a detail left from a sweet makeup table in ancient Rome, Paris, or Alexandria ... and the bottle fits exactly, solidly in my hand. Comforting. I'm surprised, and well, glad I picked this today. Such a nice Spring delight after all the gorgeous, sweaty, rich dirty rose Oud I've been wearing - a different one on each wrist for at least a week. I'd forgotten about this fragrance and Spring purred me to it. I used the recommendation above and sprayed some white musk in the crock of one arm ... and with or without that, I must say, I enjoy it more than my Guerlain violet fragrance, Insolence (even though it's sort of fun to have a purple, violet perfume and the honeycomb bottle is quaint). Just because it's violet doesn't make it little old-lady-ish or shrinking. It's romantic and calming to me.
Heartening to see I wasn't just dreaming; that others had similar experiences. I put it on. Nothing. Just a chemical smell. Omg. I got another old perfume? Put more on. More. Then more of a strong smell with a hint of something sort of nice. There's something right? It's just my inexperienced nose, right. Was that nice? Looked it up here and see the one note. The education on the chemistry. And this oder is still on me and I'm wondering if it could be unhealthy to breathe this much in. I wiped it off as best I could and went to my Kilian Discover set a little miffed about wasting a few sprays of Princess.
If I was on a deserted island wearing Black phantom, and I had to choose between seeing and smelling. I would choose smell. I'm a bad nose - so I can rarely tell you exactly why - the notes and how they all dry down ... but I do know I can't keep my nose away from my wrist! I'm pretty sure I get the rum, coffee, chocolate and almonds ... Momento Mori is an object
serving as a warning or reminder of death, such as a skull.
"he placed the picture in his room as a memento mori" ... well yes, I sort of get the Goth and pirates aspect of this brand. That makes it fun. They did put that Rum in it, riiiight?
Timbuktu is like catnip to me. I put it on and have my wrist to my nose every 5 minutes. I could roll in this perfume. I have some delicious smells in my wardrobe but none that call me in such a flat out sensual way. I remembered when it came out they told me it was for men - and I thought I could not keep my nose and hands off a man wearing that. But now that it's unisex and I'm not put off by the vetiver (which I'm not a big fan of) I'll be the one wearing it! What is it that makes Timbuktu so addictive to me? Is it just me? I laughed to myself when I read the smell was inspired by a Mali richual called Wusulan, a West African tradition of female made incense intended to bring love. If this perfume is an aphrodisiac, that may partially explain my obsession ... but is it my chemistry or something in the perfume itself? The genre? A note? I read it's one of the best masculines for women, like Eau Sauvage. However, I had to throw out my smelling strip for Eau Sauvage out it was irritating me so much. Any insight is appreciated.