Ambre Eau de Parfum

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• jerry drake

  January 13, 2021

  

  How cool to read what fragrance someone else said, maybe before buying it or comparing it with the emotions it already awakened in others. With this intense cold, I love using amber scents, that note that always evokes opulent and warm atmospheres. It’s a pity that the Ambre EDP by Molinard has no reviews, because it’s a good perfume that deserves to be known. According to the card, the opening has citrus notes, but in my opinion, they are drowned out by the spices and a very nice resinous and balsamic scent that appears shortly after. The amber, incense, and benzoin settle in a distinct, persistent, and slightly sweet way; that velvet warmth and sweetness are the most beautiful moments. When the resinous phase calms down, a light musk appears with milky sandalwood and soft tonka; I notice less patchouli than in other proposals. The perfume is soft but noticeably resinous in an attractive way, with a light sweetness that rounds it off like a luminous halo and makes it very seductive. It’s more discreet and less clogged than other options, maintaining doses of class and elegance. You feel it, but it’s not invasive; it’s more intimate and very sensual, because its maximum splendor arrives when you take off your clothes and the perfume remains there, fused with the skin. On my skin it lasts 5-6 hours, a performance that can be improved with a few extra sprays on clothes. Without a doubt, it’s a very good amber fragrance with good quality and price-performance ratio. Definitely a serious candidate for this winter season when you dress like a tailored suit. Molinard is another house to discover, with interesting proposals and prices within everyone’s reach. Courtesy of Josesan.

• Josesan

  June 20, 2021

  

  I’d never dare look her in the eyes; the infatuation is total. My parents and I just moved into this building a few days ago. She lives in Penthouse B, I in Second Floor A, and at fifteen, this had never happened to me. From the street, I see her terrace with exuberant, lush, mysterious, and impregnable plants, just like her. The first contact was by the scent she left in the elevator. Leaving home on the first day of school, with my spirits on the floor due to new teachers and classmates, a mix of fear and anxiety clouded my mind. Suddenly, as the door opened, a breeze of celestial scent kissed my face and made me tremble from head to toe. Since then, I’ve been in love, without knowing who carries it or if it’s real. I went up and down several times without being able to stop inhaling that scent that subdued me. At first, it reminded me of my grandparents’ house in Valencia, with bergamot, oranges, lemon trees, and lavender; my bright, free summers, far from the concrete of Madrid. After that citrus splendor came an enveloping embrace of amber, incense, cloves, patchouli, and vanilla that set my blood on fire, made my stomach convulse, and almost gave me a dizzy spell. I had to drop my backpack and lean against the wall not to fall. Sweat on the forehead, lack of air, chills. I longed for her and feared seeing her, wanted to talk to her but didn’t know what to say. Her scent was like the cinema screen when Gilda took off her black glove and threw it in my face, as if that slap made me abandon a long childhood and wake up to a constrained adolescence. I arrived late and dazed, with a bad look in front of teachers and classmates who called me a freak, but at least I knew her name. At the entrance, on the mailbox for Apartment B, I read: AMBRE DE MOLINARD.

• Josesan

  June 20, 2021

  

  I’d never dare look her in the eyes; my infatuation is total. My parents and I just moved into this building; she lives in Penthouse B and I in Second Floor A. At fifteen, I’d never been infatuated like this. From the street, I see her terrace with exuberant, lush, mysterious, and impregnable plants, just like her. I first noticed her by the scent she left in the elevator. I left home on the first day of my new school with my spirits low: new teachers, classmates, and customs. Fear, anxiety, and frustration clouded my mind, unable to understand why I had left my childhood to move to a neighborhood where I felt out of place. When the door opened, a breeze of celestial scent kissed my face and made me tremble. I fell in love without knowing who carried it or if it was real. I went up and down several times because I couldn’t stop inhaling that scent that had subdued me. At first, it reminded me of my grandparents’ house in Valencia, filled with bergamot, oranges, lemon trees, and lavender; my bright, free summers, far from the concrete of Madrid. Later, after that citrus splendor, an enveloping embrace of amber, incense, cloves, patchouli, and vanilla set my blood on fire, convulsing my stomach in an uncontrollable nausea that brought me close to losing consciousness. I had to drop my backpack and lean against the wall not to fall. Sweat, lack of air, chills. I longed to see her and talk to her, knowing it would never happen. Her scent was like the cinema screen when Gilda took off her black glove and threw it in my face, as if that slap made me abandon a prolonged childhood and wake up to a constrained adolescence. That day I arrived late and dazed, with a bad impression, called a freak and an oddball by everyone. But at least I knew her name. At the entrance, on the sign for Apartment B, I read: AMBRE DE MOLinard.

• Psicostasis

  February 4, 2024

  

  If I had to define it, it has two sweet yet slightly dark sides, among the most elegant I’ve tried. First, the ‘propolis’ as my partner calls it: the mellowness of geranium and benzoin at the start, with a lavender so subtle it smells coniferous. It’s a sweet tree that reminds me of The Hour of the Malachite or the Holly Ring from Cultist Simulator, that deity of vegetal fertility and generosity. Then, as it dries, the clove takes over, with orange, smelling like a cake. It’s on the edge of being edible because the incense balances it; it’s syrupy, like a cinnamon roll where the cinnamon is replaced by clove, but without that artificial greasy flavor. I think everyone needs something sweet, even those who aren’t. For us, Ambre de Molinard fits perfectly.

• Psicostasis

  February 18, 2024

  

  If I had to describe it, it has two sweet yet slightly dark sides, among the most elegant I’ve tried. At first, the ‘propolis’ (as my partner says), with the mellowness of geranium and benzoin, marks the beginning. The lavender is very subtle and smells more coniferous, creating a curious sweet tree that reminds me of The Hour of the Malachite or the Holly Ring from Cultist Simulator, that deity of vegetal fertility and succulence. Then, as it dries, the clove takes the spotlight. With the sweetness lowered and the orange, it smells like a cake; it’s on the edge of being edible because the incense balances it well. It’s syrupy, like a cinnamon roll where the cinnamon is clove, but without that artificial greasy flavor. I think everyone needs a little sweet, even those who aren’t. For us, Ambre de Molinard fits perfectly.