Neil Morris Fragrances
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Bergamot and petitgrain explode with zesty, almost aggressive brightness, immediately tempered by that pungent, slightly fermented edge that feels almost confrontational. Within seconds, you're questioning whether you've made the right choice, and that disorientation is entirely intentional.
The lavender emerges with soft-spoken authority, its herbal greenness deepening as that moldy wallpaper note unfolds—suddenly the fragrance smells lived-in, aged, like opening a wardrobe in an abandoned cottage. The spice accord (100% concentration) threads through everything, creating an almost savoury quality that makes this feel genuinely unisex.
The base reveals itself slowly and deliberately, cedarwood and vetiver creating a cool, slightly astringent woody skeleton whilst tonka and labdanum add honeyed depth without sweetness. The oud emerges as a subtle animalic whisper, the patchouli grounds everything earthily, and a skin-musk settles into something warm but never comforting—this is contemplative, solitary territory.
Woodland Strawberries arrives as a calculated contradiction—a fragrance that wears its title as misdirection. Rania Jouaneh has crafted something far more austere than the name suggests, a composition that trades saccharine berry sweetness for something decidedly stranger and more compelling. The bergamot and petitgrain establish themselves with crisp authority, their citrus brightness immediately undercut by that peculiar "pungidity" note—a deliberate harshness that suggests fermentation, slightly sour air, the green-edged tang of unripe fruit.
What makes Woodland Strawberries genuinely arresting is its heart, where lavender and lavender absolute settle into conversation with "moldy wallpaper"—a note that could have become a gimmick but instead functions as genuine olfactory terrain. This is where the fragrance reveals itself as something approaching folk perfumery, the kind of scent that smells like an old house after autumn rain, where botanical decay and lingering floral sweetness coexist without apology. The lavender refuses to become pretty; instead, it takes on a dusty, almost medicinal quality, anchored by that uncomfortable musty undertone.
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