A strong, dark opening blast combining a faecaloid ("shit") impression with an equally dark incense ("holy") - the top notes reflect the name. Soon a harsh
castoreum combined with a strong civet is added, an d a dark musky untertone to. A dark and animalistic set of top notes; more harshly animalistic that even Koublaï Khan.
The drydown keeps the animalistic core for a while, adding sharp oud-like characteristics, dark dried prunes and herbal glimpses. Later on, several hours later, the faecal-components becomes less prominent and less intrusive. Over times the sharp civet retreats too, and the whole composition softens considerably. Now the incense comes to the fore, changing somewhat and displaying more camphor with medicinal hints at times. Whiffs of wood come and go.
I get moderate silage, excellent projection and seven hours of longevity on my skin.
Whilst the top notes of this wintery creation are best worn when working in the dung and manure corner of the garden, the latter stages may appeal more to incense lover. Memories of Serge Lutens' Koublai Khan and Musc Ravageur by Editions de Parfums Frederic Malle come to mind.
The excellent quality of the smooth blending is without doubt, and although the concept is not particularity original, it is overall convincing in its execution. 3.5/5