Ambre Sultan by Serge Lutens is not one those cozy, snuggly ambers. It’s not an amber that pours its syrup over you, leaving you drizzled in sweetness like a stack of pancakes. Ambre Sultan is spicy and prickly, with the bracing effect of striding through aromatic chaparral at the hottest of high noons.
I discovered the allure of Ambre Sultan in the heat last summer while sitting in my un-air-conditioned home writing a screenplay. In order to keep my "procrastinating mind" entertained while my "professional mind" focused on the script, I kept amping up the olfactory stimulation with Ambre Sultan. I ended up smelling like a cedar plank at a pig roast. It's the whole pain equals pleasure thing of eating wasabi peas or 4-chili Indian curry. Yeah!