Sorry, the scheduling piece of the blog decided to sleep in this morning.
Did everyone who celebrates it have a nice Christmas? Mine was lovely and quiet and weird. But those are the best kind.
Speaking of weird. Well, not really weird, weirdly interesting. I got a teensy drop of the Amouage Al Shomukh Attar.
For those of you that like your ouds to smoke – pitch, tar, leather, vetiver, burning souls, pitchforks, demons and other things that go bump in the night – well, hurry up and get some before they break the first four seals and the Four Horsemen show up.
It does settle into a pretty hot smoky leather after 30 minutes or so, but that only smooths out some of the rough edges and makes it run a little hotter. The Davana takes it out of all smoke and leather, which is a nice, light touch in an otherwise fairly outspoken scent. The musk in it is fairly animalic, but with the strong smokiness, it doesn’t feel quite as bloomer’ish as it could, but you certainly do notice that you are discharging some Grade-A smuttiness as you move through space.
Out of all the Amouage attars, it’s not my favorite to wear regularly, but it’s incredibly interesting and has been my favorite just to sniff for all the changes and angles it has. Tribute is taking all the love for me as my go-to uber-expensive attar. Al Shomukh doesn’t seem as loud as Tribute in terms of sillage. Tribute leaves a devastating wake as you walk. Shomukh just keeps telling you you’re already in the handbasket, you might as well have a good time on the trip down.