To himself a perfumer or about the metamorphoses of human memory
When I was offered to create my own perfume, I did not doubt for a second that I would compose something like my long-time favorite Eau de Issey from Issey Miyake. Something Japanese, airy, floral and elusive ... As a result, an unmistakably oriental miracle was born, with its deep notes capable of knocking down even the native of the Arabian Peninsula. Surprisingly, my head does not hurt him. She has been spinning all day with pleasure.
To smells and aromas I treat magnificently. Perfumes, on the other hand, are almost indifferent, for many years I have been surprised to see how my romance with Issey Miyake water mentioned above becomes almost endless. This time I decided to change my only one with the assistance of the Dubai perfume company Ajmal (Azhmal). Ajmal has this opportunity: in several Emirate stores of the company, anyone with the help of a specialist can create a perfume of their dreams in a couple of hours under the My Inspiration brand. Not serial, of course, but individual, but, you see, this does not detract from its significance.
In perfumery, I feel like an absolute layman, only able to listen spellbound to people discussing mysterious “notes” in the “chords” of perfumes. Having decided to make my beloved a unique New Year gift, I went to the Ajmal store in the Mall of the Emirates, clearly presenting only what my work will be called.
The abundance of bottles of liquids, batteries on display on the shelves of the perfume shop at the store, instantly made me shatter my already insecure toilet toilet sculptor. Abdullah Azhmal, a representative of the third generation of perfumers owning the company, came to my rescue. Acquaintance with the mysterious flasks, in which the components of the creation of the spirit — the numerous natural essential oils and their chemical counterparts — turned out to be enclosed, ended sadly for me: I was completely lost in their diversity. It remained to hope for the truth of Abdullah's assurances of a wonderful human memory for aromas, which is responsible for the choice of perfumes: each of them evokes memories.
After a relaxed conversation over a cup of coffee (as it turned out later, a perfumer needed it to draw up my portrait so that my perfume would be my continuation), Abdullah suggested that I choose the direction, the type of aroma in which he was to create my perfume. It was then that my nose began to be capricious and reject one after another dozens of scented pieces of boom brought to him. Immediately abandoning the planned light and floral, he more and more demanded strength and depth. In search of the necessary component, the store employees had to get to the zashniks, where the most powerful Arabic notes are stored. The choice of my inner “sniffer” surprised everyone, including me: it was the essence of the oud tree, it was that haze that was heavy for the European perception, which has invariably enveloped Arabs for many centuries.
While I sat and figured out how my nose managed to throw such a feint, Abdullah conjured a perfume chord, planning the proportions of its notes. Next is a matter of technology. Moving from one vessel with essences to another, I measured out the amount of component indicated by him with a pump attached to the neck of the vessel.
The base was laid on the essence of sandalwood, covered with an expensive ud squeeze from a tree that I suddenly fell in love with. The 50-milliliter bottle that was given to me began to come to life and let out a pungent odor that was incomprehensible to me, which made Note de Coeur - the "heart" note of my perfume, which lasts 20-25 hours. In order to soften the work, the essence of a rose was added to it and, like a “note de tete” (head or initial note), a little lavender.
Musk was chosen as a fixer, fixing the perfume and held on the skin for another 10-15 hours after the attenuation of the core note. The space remaining in the bottle was generously filled with wood-based cologne. When my perfume was ready, all that was left of my original plan was the name Eau de Leela (“Lila Eau de Toilette”). I looked at fragments of oil essences floating in a clear liquid and could not understand from what deep layers of my memory it had arisen. Three days later, when Eau de Leela "matured", I finally recognized that this is my fragrance, no matter how strange it may be. Surprisingly, the fact that the transparent light Eau de Issey from Issey Miyake has a real competitor, which I secretly from all with pleasure "put on" at home, so as not to scare others with his stunning power. Memory gave me an unexpected gift, and I, in turn, presented it to myself in a transparent bottle from Ajmal. The recipe for Eau de Leela remained with me, so now I can recreate my perfume as often as I like.
