Notes: Patchouli, rose, costus root, tobacco, and black musk.
I love this smokey, leathery, dirty patchouli. If you smell it closely enough it’s a particularly dirty and unexpected patchouli, rose, musk and tobacco accord. It’s not a mystery. It’s just unconventional. But if you don’t analyze it carefully it smells like blood. And an animal farm. Horses. Mud.
As someone who also loves nature I find this fragrance endearing, homey, comforting and beautiful. It’s most bloody at the start but into the drydown it’s primarily a warm, animalic, actually very opulent and even pretty fragrance. It just takes the right skin chemistry and attitude to wear it.
Longevity and sillage are moderate, but be warned that it is meant to smell like “bull’s blood”…
Epic. Is there a more epic niche fragrance? I doubt it.
This storyteller opens with a harsh but loving pull, as if you’re being carried off into the desert for some terrifying adventure. It’s smoky, cool air with sun burnt spice hinting at the sacred. It’s a journey into the dark blue Moroccan twilight away from city lights.
And yet into the drydown a leathery, cigar-smoke joviality emerges. A rose, coriander and ambergris hug? And so Andy Tauer’s masterpiece L’Air Du Desert Morocain is rendered universal and mysterious and friendly and complex.
This is one of those fragrances one must smell if you love perfume. The sillage and longevity are perfect. But it’s art and entirely irreplaceable.