Ghost house — a woody-balsamic perfume made especially for wearing in the mid-autumn. This is a story about an old wooden house, with thick, soft dust, creaky floorboards, and winding stairs. Wind blowing through a broken window leaf touches the strings of an old grand piano, making them tremble soundly with sadness. Old coarsened bindings tightly hold pages, dry-cured by the adamant time — a blooming bush of wild roses in the autumn garden.
Very good scent that has a fantastic labdanum/vetiver/woody vibe that recalls an older rustic home from an earlier time. When smelling it for the first time it reminded me of High Desert by Boyd's of Texas. Upon checking... They have similar ingredients. Both recall days past. But this is greener and a bit more astringent. Not as oudy or floral. In fact I don't detect much oud at all. Great longevity with average sillage. . . Both perfect for this fragrance. High quality as usual from this house. Highly recommended. atarilynx
A Ghost House conjures up visions where the ideal soundtrack would be provided by The Focus Group - slightly eerie, with oddities in between nearly see-through draped curtains between this world and others; fleeting, intangible, out of reach. To me, there is plenty of oud and incense with hints of metallic shine, vetiver and labdanum agreeably prominent too. An experience which provides shivers on occasion, yet you reach back for more. Addiction? Seance? Psychedelic? Inner realms or spaced out? Is it a choice or not? What you find may not be quite what you think it is. Spooktastique. LadyofWahey
Fantastic perfume! It smells at once abandoned and lived-in, familiar and absolutely novel, as if you came out into your own garden and found there a wonderful flower you sure didn't plant. Neither very complicated, nor intentionally simple it somehow brings you back everything dear you thougt you've lost. In a slow kaleidoscopic movements it shows you first an autumn garden covered in wet brown fallen leaves and then a old pine stump warmed by spring sun; a house in the wood left long ago; a well-kept library of somewhere in Oxford; a family home - visions change each other so smooth you don't even register. It spins, it moves around you, drawing attention, constantly changing angle of aspect, as if holding you inside a fairy circle, stealing a slightest wish to move giving you more instead - your memories alive. A rarest delight - a perfume for pleasure of solitude, loneliness long awaited and necessary serenissimous
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