Review: Bastet
BASTET
Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.
In the imp: Pure, sweet, overwhelming marzipan.
On, wet: My arm is a sweet marzipan cookie and I want to eat it.
Drying: The almonds are mellowing, and I might detect a trace of cardamom and flowers, the suggestion of a very good tea at a very good Indian restaurant. But I still smell like a cookie. After a few minutes, the myrrh begins to strengthen, and I can find the foundation of musk and amber.
Dry: Spicy, not as sweet, and a little bit powdery. It's the lingering almond, floating at the surface, that gives this a sense of uniqueness for meotherwise, it might be "generic spicy scent." The throw was rather good at first; but I'm not wearing very much of it, and now it's keeping close to the skin.
Overall: Spicy cookies and tea on a sunlit balcony at a five-star hotel, where the cushions are a brightly coloured silken counterpoint to gossamer white draperies at the windows and doors. The scent doesn't recall desert or river or delta to me, but modern gardens with blue-tiled pools; refinement rather than fierceness; a dilettante feline rather than a protective or a playful one.
Nice, but I probably won't keep this one.
Luxuriant amber, warm Egyptian musk, fierce saffron and soft myrrh, almond, cardamom and golden lotus.
In the imp: Pure, sweet, overwhelming marzipan.
On, wet: My arm is a sweet marzipan cookie and I want to eat it.
Drying: The almonds are mellowing, and I might detect a trace of cardamom and flowers, the suggestion of a very good tea at a very good Indian restaurant. But I still smell like a cookie. After a few minutes, the myrrh begins to strengthen, and I can find the foundation of musk and amber.
Dry: Spicy, not as sweet, and a little bit powdery. It's the lingering almond, floating at the surface, that gives this a sense of uniqueness for meotherwise, it might be "generic spicy scent." The throw was rather good at first; but I'm not wearing very much of it, and now it's keeping close to the skin.
Overall: Spicy cookies and tea on a sunlit balcony at a five-star hotel, where the cushions are a brightly coloured silken counterpoint to gossamer white draperies at the windows and doors. The scent doesn't recall desert or river or delta to me, but modern gardens with blue-tiled pools; refinement rather than fierceness; a dilettante feline rather than a protective or a playful one.
Nice, but I probably won't keep this one.