The enigmatic scent of Wild Hunt by Common Brimstone is not just a fragrance; it's an olfactory journey through a mythical forest on a moonlit night. Green apples glisten like jewels in the darkness, their crisp sweetness cutting through the damp earth and musty leaves that carpet the forest floor. The apple note here is not your typical fruity top note; it's eerie, almost ghostly, and sets the stage for what is to come.
As the night deepens, the heart notes of Wild Hunt reveal themselves, adding complexity and intrigue to the composition. The chestnut note brings a warm, nutty richness that evokes the crackling of a bonfire in the distance. Paired with the spicy warmth of cinnamon, it creates a cozy, inviting aura that beckons you deeper into the woods. But it is the mushroom absolute that truly sets this fragrance apart - earthy, slightly damp, and strangely intoxicating, it adds a touch of wildness and mystery that is both alluring and unsettling.
In the final act of this olfactory symphony, the base notes of Wild Hunt emerge like shadows in the night. Charred oak, with its smoky, resinous quality, conjures images of ancient trees consumed by flames, their spirit lingering in the charred remains. Oud, with its deep, animalistic richness, adds a primal sensuality that is at once all-consuming and enigmatic. And finally, patchouli grounds the composition with its earthy, mossy warmth, like the forest floor itself, teeming with life and decay.
So, who is the person who would wear Wild Hunt? They are a wanderer, a seeker of the unknown, with a wildness in their soul that cannot be tamed. They are drawn to the shadows, to the mysteries that lurk beneath the surface of the everyday world. They are not afraid to embrace the darker side of life, to dance with the spirits that haunt the night. Their presence is a blend of warmth and coolness, of light and shadow, like the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy of trees.
When and where would this person wear Wild Hunt? They would wear it on moonlit nights, when the world is cloaked in darkness and possibility. They would wear it to a bonfire in the woods, where the crackling flames echo the warmth of the chestnut and cinnamon notes. They would wear it to a masquerade ball, where mystery and intrigue swirl like the mushroom absolute in the air. Wherever they go, they bring with them the scent of the forest, of the wild places that call to the primal instincts within us all.