For sure the name got my attention about a couple of things. First of all I was eager to smell Monsieur Ellena interpretation of sandalwood (his first one if I'm not wrong) while the second one was about the exotic part of the name of this fragrance.
|Massoïa tree bark|
Right from a green impression the fragrance starts immediately conjuring up an exotic foliage with acidulous tinges given by blackcurrant buds absolute that's one of Ellena's fetish raw materials as he says in his recent book Journal d'un parfumeur. Despite the addition of the aromatic mood of fig leaf with its milky sap making the accord playful, also because of a translucent cedarwood base it refers too easily to the masterpiece of another master of transparent architectures, Dyptique Philosykos by Olivia Giacobetti with its disarming clearness.
Bel Ami (forget about the nowadays bloodless version) composed in 1986 by Jean-Louis Sieuzac (Yves Saint Laurent Opium, Dior Fahrenheit e Dune) featured, hidden in the folds of most precious leather a fetching, enveloping Mysore to which few people could resist.
The only little surprise, the only genie jumped out rubbing the bottle is a pleasant grilled peanut facet with its slightly oily touch floating on the powdery base of this woody-lactonic juice. That's the risk of composing an haiku: you have to choose very carfully your words otherwise many will sound hackneyed and the silence between them becomes too loud to let you appreciate the rest.