Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens today. It makes me think of virile strength, a man breaking his way through a dry jungle, tree branches snapping, dusty earth under his feet, the snapping of dry leaves that crumble in your hands. He escapes the bush only to come upon dry sand, desert.
A woodsy amber harkening back to when perfumes didn’t have to be so sweet. Bay leaf, oregano, sandalwood, and an earthy patchouli. Easy to wear because it doesn’t get cloying or heavy.
I’m making pasta sauce and looking at the snow out of the window. It’s an Ambre Sultan weekend.
