XerJoff
XerJoff
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A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
The tuberose announces itself immediately, not fresh and green but already honeyed and bordering on overripe, with tobacco leaf adding a dry, slightly bitter counterpoint. Mandarin flits around the edges like it knows it's outmatched, providing just enough citric brightness to prevent the opening from feeling suffocating. There's something almost mentholated in how the tuberose expresses itself here—cooling despite the warmth.
Benzoin and opoponax merge into this resinous, amber-adjacent embrace that feels like melted church incense mixed with caramelised sugar. The iris emerges as a powdery, slightly mineralic presence that adds sophistication to what could otherwise read as purely sweet. The tobacco recedes but doesn't disappear, instead becoming part of the overall texture—less leaf, more abstraction.
What remains is fundamentally about skin chemistry: bourbon vanilla and musk create this soft, enveloping cloud that sits close but persistent. The balsamic elements linger as a faint stickiness, sweet but not cloying, with ghostly traces of the tuberose's indolic character haunting the edges. It's intimate now, the kind of scent you catch on your wrist hours later and pause to inhale properly.
Decas presents an audacious collision of white florals and dark resinous warmth that feels simultaneously indulgent and slightly unhinged. The opening salvo pairs creamy tuberose with tobacco leaf in a way that's neither traditionally floral nor properly gourmand—instead, it occupies that strange, heady territory where funeral parlour opulence meets the back room of a Florentine leather goods shop. Calabrian mandarin attempts to lift proceedings but quickly surrenders to the tuberose's narcotic pull, its brightness swallowed into something richer and more syrupy.
What makes Decas compelling is how the benzoin and opoponax in its heart create this thick, almost balsamic cushion that should feel heavy but somehow doesn't—there's an airiness to the construction despite the density of materials. The Florentine iris adds a subtle rootiness, a faint whisper of carrot-earth that prevents the composition from sliding into pure confectionery. The bourbon vanilla threads through everything with surprising restraint, more textural than overtly sweet, working with the musk to create this soft, skin-warmed finish.
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