Morocco t. (Tallow+Steel) ★★★★☆ cade, cedar, juniper, cypress
What's this? There's a smidgen of rose buried under all the cade, cypress, and juniper, giving these pungent woods a softness that I didn't recognize the first time I lathered Morocco a few months ago. It's still a smoky reeker, but now I'm getting slightly more incense than backdraft. What's missing is amber, that combination of resin and sweet vanilla that has become the calling card of nearly every fragrance named after this corner of Africa. In its place we get a shovelful of desert dirt and a shred of oak moss. This really is no oriental fantasy or hippy throwback. In spite of that wee puff of rose, Morocco is still unabashedly raw, rough, and full of slivers.
What's this? There's a smidgen of rose buried under all the cade, cypress, and juniper, giving these pungent woods a softness that I didn't recognize the first time I lathered Morocco a few months ago. It's still a smoky reeker, but now I'm getting slightly more incense than backdraft. What's missing is amber, that combination of resin and sweet vanilla that has become the calling card of nearly every fragrance named after this corner of Africa. In its place we get a shovelful of desert dirt and a shred of oak moss. This really is no oriental fantasy or hippy throwback. In spite of that wee puff of rose, Morocco is still unabashedly raw, rough, and full of slivers.
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