Smart Myths or... reality from AMOUAGE. East fairy tale for the night...

At the mention of an Omani perfumery brand of Amouage. really the wave of emotions covers, in translation east fairy tale of Amouage quite so sounds.
Magnificent bottles with not less magnificent filling from the most precious components which sometimes surpass gold and diamonds in cost.
The fragrant name of Amouage was created by the prince of Oman Said Hamad in far 1983.
Delightful spirits from rare and natural essences and oils, then were available only to royal persons of the Middle East.
About unsurpassed skill with distinguished handwriting, gradually learned around the world.
The spirit of the East took control of minds and hearts of people which only of fairy tales "Thousands and one night" knew about far, hot sands with the most beautiful oases in marvelous mirages very little.
What to hide... Amouage treats super heavy luxury, their aromas became the embodiment of prestige and the high status.
Amouage became revival of national traditions of the East.
The idea consisted in creation of exclusive aromas with truly east color where the unique culture of ancient Saudi Arabia is reflected.
In due time I collected perfume from Amouage, then my heat poostyl as appeared on the arena Kilian, Montale, Tom Ford.
But, their commerce gradually set the teeth on edge, and there was a wish to plunge into east olfaktorika with its exclusively fine sounding again.
I that still manyachit perfumery
And my choice fell on the laid-off Myths in purple color.
And here I have a question: "By what the designer when created a bottle and a chest in violet scale was guided.??"
Aroma in green shades of the deep forest which overgrew a dense emerald moss, which obviously not lilac color.
From a massive amethyst bottle, the chypre symphony with crystal chords of cold chrysanthemums and hard buds of white carnations breaks loose.
Peculiar shipr with deep meaning and in such autumn style when everything fades waiting for fast winter around. and, so far the earth is covered by golden foliage with hoarfrost in the evenings.
The myth shrouds in a heavy green velvet of violaceous leaves in gold sewing of ambergris and a rocky rose...
The pathos of perfume with smack of severity at first puzzles, but then the aroma is transformed to a hot medvyany kiss.
The feeling is magic as if you fly in a cloud from spicy petals hrazanty and there is a wish that this magic lasted eternally.
Maybe strict, as all chypre spirits, but incredibly erotic and manky in the aristocratical magnificence. with magical smack.