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A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Fig leaf's bitter-green lactonic sap arrives first, its white milkiness immediately sweetened by magnolia's champaca-like creaminess and orange's candied brightness. The effect is fresh yet full-bodied, like crushing fig leaves in your palm whilst standing near jasmine vines heavy with bloom, the air already warming with a hint of cinnamon's spicy-sweet promise.
Cinnamon takes centre stage with ylang ylang and jasminum auriculatum, creating an almost narcotic floral-spice hybrid that feels both indulgent and slightly unsettling—the rose emerges jammy and concentrated, its petals dusted with spice, whilst frankincense begins threading smoky, resinous tendrils through the sweetness. The composition grows denser here, more enveloping, as if the flowers are being slowly caramelised over low heat.
What remains is a creamy, sandalwood-amber skin scent with vanilla's soft sweetness tempered by frankincense's meditative coolness and cashmere woods' powdery embrace. The spice has faded to mere memory, a gentle warmth rather than heat, whilst the fig's milky quality resurfaces occasionally like a ghost note, reminding you where this opulent journey began.
Ouverture orchestrates an intoxicating collision between sun-warmed fig leaves and spiced florals that feels simultaneously baroque and touchable. The opening's green-milky fig leaf sap mingles with magnolia's creamy lemon facets and a drizzle of sweet orange, creating an Mediterranean courtyard atmosphere that's immediately disarmed by cinnamon's hot-butter warmth threading through the heart. This isn't polite cinnamon; it's the kind that prickles and radiates, amplifying the indolic richness of jasminum auriculatum whilst coaxing Bulgarian rose into a spiced marmalade territory. Ylang ylang adds its banana-custard opulence, pushing the composition toward an almost edible sweetness that never quite tips into gourmand cliché thanks to frankincense's cool, resinous incense smoke weaving through the base.
The real genius lies in how cashmere woods and sandalwood create a soft-focus lens for all this intensity—the vanilla and amber aren't playing supporting roles but rather melting everything into a cohesive, skin-like warmth that feels genuinely unisex. This is for someone who wants their presence announced but not shouted, who appreciates complexity without austerity. It's evening drinks in Marrakech, silk against warm skin, the moment between dressed and undressed. Ouverture wears like confidence smells: honeyed, quietly spiced, with enough green freshness to keep things interesting and enough woody-resinous depth to anchor all that sweetness to something almost sacred. Carbonnel has created something that manages to be both immediately appealing and enduringly strange.
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