Sometimes I feel guilty on this blog that I don’t include more oudhs, more woods, more dense, urban, dry and acrid perfumes: that I stick more relentlessly to the flowers, the ethereal, the delicious or poetic rather than reviewing the endless stream of acerbically sleek concoctions that dot the perfume landscape.
Ideally, I would like to be writing about a whole smorgasbord of perfume types on The Black Narcissus (and if you peruse the entirety of the writing here you will definitely find quite a wide selection of different scents, I believe) but still……..why is it that I can’t engage with sleek and trending creations like Byredo’s Black Saffron? Why have I seemingly given up on including nose searing oudhs and sharp, lab-driven incense, on the barrier that I feel that many a wood-driven perfume erects between the wearer and (in my case) the unwilling smeller?
I think the answer is probably simple.
Because I hate them.
My original review: KASHMIRI TEAK: BLACK SAFFRON by BYREDO (2012)