Vert d’Encens

6 reseñas

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• Darkbeat

  September 10, 2017

  

  Brutal incense, green, balsamic, with an earthy touch that makes it unique. I’ve never tried an incense so natural and fresh. The opening is pure conifer, fir, and pine, just like when you smell your hands after touching a Christmas tree, that green and sticky scent that lingers on the skin. That phase lasts a breath, then the incense enters with the resins, softening the green without disappearing, creating a precious resinous sweetness. Gradually the green yields and the incense takes charge, mixed with resins and a very subtle talcated floral touch that evokes the East. At the end, woods dominate, leaving a resinous incense over a woody background, fine, elegant, and mysterious. It drives me crazy and I’m already thinking about buying the full bottle, even though it’s a bad idea. Top performance, lasting 8 or 9 hours on skin with few sprays, high trail at first then moderate, marking presence without exaggerating. Ideal for cold nights or days in autumn/winter. I’ve loved it, incredible quality, but it has a painful price. If you can afford it, it’s a must-buy; if not, don’t even smell it because you’ll want to buy it and it will hurt your wallet, hehe.

• Darkbeat

  September 14, 2017

  

  I really like the Ford line; they cater to all audiences: from cheap colognes to luxury jewels, and they also value the artistic and less commercial, like this Vert d’Encens, a very vintage perfume. The name is misleading; the incense is barely noticeable, it’s residual. What you smell is a mix of powdery blue talc in the Guerlain style and a cinnamon-dominant oriental that takes over the dry down. It should be called Vert de Cannelle. I remember almost buying it blindfolded thinking it would be a green, wet incense, what luck I didn’t. The opening is dated, with dusty violet, vegetal iris, and anguished peaks like Grey Flannel or Guerlain’s Blue Hour, a battle of violet, lily, and heliotrope with hints of carnation. It smells like Frenchified heliotrope, a bit out of place today. Then the heliotrope paste with lingering floral notes turns sweet and unroasted, like a white marzipan torrone, evoking a workshop but more sophisticated, with a pastry aftertaste that you visualize as warm. The sweetness comes from the resins and the freshness of the green notes which, unfortunately, I can’t distinguish separately, they only add a balsamic and cool tone to that old heliotrope marzipan. I already know I don’t like it. And when an unexpected guest arrives, the cinnamon enters, joining the vanilla-talc of the Belle Époque to mutate into an eighties oriental. The label doesn’t match; I only smell shrill, spicy cinnamon, like Hot Tamales, more like bubblegum, strangely green and smoky. I don’t feel the myrtle, fir, or pine they claim, but I do feel that sweet paste enhanced by something balsamic and smoky. The incense, the main actor, I barely catch it as a half-second mirage at 4 or 5 minutes. I looked up the official notes because Fragrantica fails: they list balsam fir, pine, heliotrope, lavender, basil, bergamot, lemon, cardamom, and heather. Now even less than before… where is the cinnamon, clove, and carnation? That’s all I smell: heliotrope, cinnamon, clove, and carnation. Period. It’s discontinued. P.S.: It seems more feminine to me, ideal for La Bella Otero or Frankenhooker. P.S. II: I read many reviews about magnificent forests and pure nature, but I don’t understand anything.

• Götterdämmerung

  March 27, 2018

  

  Vert d’Encens projects a delicious and captivating green scent. The secret is its gourmet chocolate smell from the best pastry shop mixed with resins, incense, balsam fir, pine, and fine herbs. The result is a festive, epic, and addictive opening. Some YouTubers rank it among the top five in the Tom Ford Private Blend collection, alongside Amber Absolute, Tobacco Oud Intense, Tuscan Leather, and Oud Wood. I relate this fragrance to both summer and winter. On one hand, summer, projecting the scent of conifers in forests caressed by wind and mist; it reminds me of being on the top of a high mountain, listening to rain below while the sun tans my face and storm clouds discharge lightning underneath. On the other hand, winter: the tender rays of the sun caressing my cheeks upon waking after a Christmas night in a forest cabin, with the smell of spruce and fir from the living room tree. Nearby, on the dresser, are the boxes of Swiss pralines I enjoyed the night before. Swiss chocolate and hazelnuts are the perfect combination to say: Merry Christmas!

• Espartaco

  January 11, 2021

  

  Spectacular incense, green, balsamic, and even a little earthy, original without a doubt, I hadn’t smelled an incense so green and natural until now, simply amazing. The opening is very green, where you notice the fir and pine with astonishing naturalness, it’s like when you put up the Christmas tree and after touching the branches and needles, you smell your hands, and that green and natural scent that gets impregnated, that’s how it smells to me. This opening lasts a breath and then the incense and resins appear, sweetening the green notes, which don’t disappear after this opening, recreating a very natural green aroma, with a precious resinous sweetness, in which the first trails of a spectacular incense begin to be distinguished. Gradually the green notes start to fade and the incense takes over the scent, which, along with the resins and a very faint talcated floral reflection, speaks of the East and its stories, offering us a sweetly resinous and frangibly floral fragrance with a beautiful woody veil at the bottom. In its final phase, the woods are felt more, leaving a resinous incense over a woody background, almost talcated, fine, elegant, and full of mystery, which has left me drooling and circling a very bad, terrible idea… to acquire a full bottle of this magnificent elixir. Very good performance, it lasts on skin for more than 8 or 9 hours with few sprays, its trail is moderately high at the start and then becomes moderate, and although it’s not exaggerated, it marks a very dignified presence. As for its use, I see it more appropriate for cold and mild seasons and for the night, although it wouldn’t be out of place on a fresh winter or autumn morning. It has been a perfume I’ve loved, with magnificent quality, but with a major flaw, its price, although, if you can afford it, the perfume is highly recommended, but if not, better not even smell it, because you’ll want it and it really hurts the wallet, hehe.

• Espartaco

  January 21, 2021

  

  I like the Ford line; they cater to everyone: they sell cologne for 200 euros to kill you, then release decent perfumes for 100 and value the artistic over the popular, like this Vert d’Encens, pure vintage. The name is misleading; the incense shines by its absence, it’s residual. It’s a battle between powdery blue talc in the Guerlain style and a cinnamon-dominant oriental that takes over the dry down. It would have been better named Vert de Cannelle. I remember almost buying it blindfolded thinking it would be a green, wet incense; what relief I didn’t, the letdown would have been brutal. The opening is dated, with dusty violet, vegetal iris, and anguished peaks like Grey Flannel or Guerlain’s Blue Hour, a battle of violet/lily/heliotrope with touches of carnation. It smells like Frenchified heliotrope, out of place today. Then the heliotrope paste with lingering floral notes turns into an unroasted, sweet white marzipan torrone, evoking a workshop but not cheap or literal like a neighborhood bakery; it makes you visualize sweet marzipan strangely warm. The sweetness comes from the resins and the freshness of the green notes I can’t quite pinpoint, adding a balsamic and cool tone to that moth-eaten heliotrope marzipan. Here I know I don’t like it. The unexpected cinnamon confirms it, joining the vanilla-talc of the Belle Époque to mutate into an eighties oriental. I only smell a shrill, spicy cinnamon like Hot Tamales, more like bubblegum, strangely green and smoky. I don’t feel the myrtle, fir, or pine they claim, accords I love, but I do feel that sweet paste enhanced by something balsamic and smoky. The incense, the star of the show, I barely catch it as a two-second mirage. I searched Fragrantica and other sites that list: balsam fir, pine, heliotrope, lavender, basil, bergamot, lemon, cardamom, and heather. Before, nothing fit, now even less… where is the cinnamon, clove, and carnation? That’s all I smell: heliotrope, cinnamon, clove, and carnation. Period. It’s discontinued. P.S.: It seemed more feminine than masculine, ideal for La Bella Otero or Frankenhooker. P.S. II: I keep reading reviews about magnificent forests and pure nature… I don’t understand anything, I promise.

• Memorias

  June 25, 2022

  

  Ingredient quality is top-tier, a true work by creative director Tom Ford. Although it’s discontinued, it’s still easy to find if you have the right contacts because the market hasn’t swallowed it up. It makes sense: it smells mature, serious, and elegant, far from the overt sexual appeal of his other scents. It’s a conifer that caught me with its simplicity and complexity; even though I don’t usually wear green incense, this made me feel cozy and elegant for the cold. It opens with a very marked, resinous incensed pine, featuring an undeclared cinnamon and a talcated heliotrope that’s almost gourmand, lasting forever. This pine-and-heliotrope combo lasts 6 out of the 8-9 hours, with the rest being a delightful scent of talcated resins. It transports me to a cabin in the woods, green pines, cold, little snow, incense and resins burning in the fireplace. It lasts days on skin and clothes because it’s all resin. Brutal quality despite the commercial failure. Ideal for sober events and elegant attire; if you wear it to a party or club, you’ll look ridiculous. It’s unisex, though it leans feminine, but a man wouldn’t look out of place either. A brilliant proposal from Tom Ford in his most serious era, beautifully executed by Olivier Guillotin, a sophisticated touch to the encyclopedia of conifers.