|Bhutan: Kyichu Lhakhang Temple|
Certainly dominated by woods, it's difficult to set Dzongkha into an olfactory family because it's a complex juice: it's about wide and silent valleys, woods after the rain, temples, rites and ointments but also about inner spaces and silences. Yet before all this awesomeness my senses got ravished by the summa of some of my most favourite notes. Peony is there with its dewy freshness, almost liquid and medicinal, then there's a subtle fruity tone lurking through all the development of the fragrance but it has nothing to share with the cheekily sugary litchee stated in the pyramid, it's rather the mellow sap of an exotic tree. Again cedarwood is there, imposing and dry, a lively leather freshly tanned with its rough touch, the greenery of age-old forests drenched in rain and finally a blaze of dusty, aloof and meditative iris almost petrified by vetiver and papyrus.
|Bhutanese mandala (XIX century)|
Duchaufour doesn't fail to put in a precise way all the colours of the palette in a particular mandala, as bodily as translucent, to wrap it then with a thin incense trail that fills the fragrance with mysticism and suspends it through the time, carrying me away in a primordial inner place where thoughts stay still as the breath flows.