So this evening, I put on a sample of Incense Oud, which is not one of the Calice Becker By Kilians, but instead one of the Sidonie Lancesseur By Kilians, the perfumer behind the less memorable perfumes in the line.
Have you tried it? Do you remember it? It's okay, more incense than oud, and more sweet woodsy warmth than either of those things (but you can't exactly call a perfume Sweet Woodsy Warmth and expect not to get laughed at.)
The incense is on the transparent side and the whole creation is rather inconsequential. And yet if I had a bottle, I'd occasionally wear it. Of course if I had a bottle, you should revoke my perfume license and have me committed because it's $400.
I need a nap.
I told you three weeks ago that I'd tried it, but you were probably in the middle of your 10th pneumonia relapse and it didn't sink in. I'd done an in-store whore's bath at Saks, and have since been scrounging samples every time I'm near a By Kilian cask.
I find Incense Oud very peppery at the start, and a bit sparkling, like frankincense and aldehydes vibrating against each other. There's something of the dry airiness of Frédéric Malle Portrait of a Lady to it, and they do share the Lady's incense/rose/patchouli/sandalwood/musk. Oh! And the geranium, too.
Given the relative force of Pure Oud and Rose Oud, Incense Oud is more subtle. All three are what I consider "woofer" perfumes, revealing their beauty almost subsonically, as opposed to tweeter standout By Kilian Love and Tears. (Love and Tears' jasmine is shrill and sharp and sibilant. And Amouage Epic Man is the ultimate woofer perfume.)
Incense Oud is nowhere near the monolithic incense brick of Comme des Garçons Avignon. It's more like an incense pillow. A pillow filled with crumbled monolithic incense brick.
I've just reapplied my sample now, and I'd say it comes off like a more masculine version of the Lady, because of the pepperiness. But there's a real similarity in the feel. I like it!
Jeez, my "monkey, Neanderthal, man" scale is becoming ever more incremental with all these rose ouds there are suddenly in the world. Because like you and your collection of black V-neck sweaters, I feel I need to possess every new iteration of the genre.
Rose and oud! Oud and incense! Rose and oud and incense! It's turning into Monty Python's "Spam Song." But I love them all. Even the ones I haven't smelled yet.
I need another nap after reading your enthusiastic response. You and Charlie Sheen would be a blast together at a barbecue.
Incense Oud is a little sweet for me, it's too pillowy. If I'm gonna spend $400 on a bottle of perfume, I want to feel some discomfort. Aside from the discomfort I'll feel from spending $400 on a bottle of perfume.
I'm calling Incense Oud a woofer perfume, you're calling it inconsequential. We could both be wrong. But all I know is that I enjoy the animalic savoriness of the oud putting some heft into the pillowy-ness. But maybe not $400 enjoy.
Incense Oud has no actual oud listed among its notes. Which makes sense to me because five hours later, I get all pillow and no animal.
In that case, I'm probably smelling stuffed animal.
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