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The citrus assault is immediate and zesty—crisp lemon peel and bergamot brightness dominate, with bitter orange adding an almost tart, mouth-puckering quality that makes you conscious of your lips. There's an immediate freshness, almost aqueous, like the first spray of sea-salt air. Within two minutes, you notice the rosewood beginning to whisper underneath, tempering the citrus sharpness.
By the first hour, the composition has pivoted entirely. Rosewood deepens into something almost woody-floral, creating a soft backbone whilst mint and cinnamon weave through with quiet precision—the mint is cooling rather than toothpaste-bright, the cinnamon warm but never spicy enough to dominate. The red berries emerge as a subtle undertone, adding complexity without calling attention to themselves. This is the scent's most balanced phase, where all elements speak at roughly equal volume.
Beyond the four-hour mark, tonka bean finally asserts itself, wrapping the composition in a creamy, almost powdery softness that sits close to skin. The citrus has nearly vanished, the spice has become a whisper, and you're left with a intimate woody-fruity-creamy blend that feels more like a second skin than a fragrance. It becomes increasingly personal—barely detectable beyond a few centimetres, suitable for those who prefer their scent as a secret rather than a statement.
Escale à Parati captures that precise moment when you step off a boat onto sun-bleached Brazilian stone, the salt-spray still clinging to your skin as the afternoon heat begins its assault. François Demachy has constructed something deceptively simple that rewards close attention: the citrus triumvirate—lemon, bergamot, and bitter orange—arrives with Mediterranean brightness, but it's the rosewood in the heart that transforms this from mere cologne into something with genuine architectural interest. That woody floral creates a cool corridor through which the mint and cinnamon move like a breeze through colonial shutters, never overwhelming but consistently present, preventing the composition from collapsing into generic freshness.
What makes Parati compelling is its refusal to commit to a single identity. The red berries add a subtle jammy undertone that prevents the spice from becoming austere, whilst the rosewood keeps everything tethered to an almost powder-soft sensuality. It's fresh without being sterile, spiced without being gourmand, fruity without tumbling into the playful. This is a fragrance for the restless traveller—someone equally comfortable in linen on a terrace as in cotton through a botanical garden. The tonka base arrives quietly, never demanding attention, instead adding a whisper of creamy warmth that catches you off-guard in the late stages.
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