Frequently Asked Questions about Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas
What does Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas smell like?
Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas features top notes of Incense, Ozonic Notes, and Salt, middle notes of Cardamom, Incense, and Patchouli, and base notes of Amber, Incense, Myrrh, and Tonka Bean.
Who created Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas?
Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas was created by Bertrand Duchaufour.
When was Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas released?
Copal Azur by Aedes de Venustas was released in 2014.
Copal Azur from Aedes de Venustas is a prophecy rustling on the wind, woven from copal and frankincense fumes that billow from temples guarding secrets older than gods. Meditate on these vapors of incense and antiquity, and you’ll find it’s a salty, bittersweet paradox, a wisp of sacrificial smoke laced with the unexpected sweetness of caramelized ambers. A sacred offering – a glistening, balsamic lacquered glaze burnishing a forgotten feast, a tang of something primal, both savory and sweet. A taste of eternity, a sticky fever dream forgotten ritual, clinging to your ribs long after the final swallow. The jungle itself seems to hold its breath as explorers, trespassers who believe they understand the weight of the past, navigate its sun-dappled heart toward the source of the scent. The air hangs heavy with it, a fat, golden sigh that twists through the foliage–which, wary of the intrusion, whispers not of secrets but of warnings from the dusty pages of history, hinting at unknown chapters these interlopers were never meant to be a part of. A golden condor soars overhead, its wings brushing against this intoxicating residue; it, too, is aloft on a dream of following the path of the setting sun.
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Copal Azur, from Aedes de Venustas was released in 2014. The perfumer behind this creation is Bertrand Duchaufour. It has the top notes of Incense, Ozonic Notes, and Salt, middle notes of Cardamom, Incense, and Patchouli, and base notes of Amber, Incense, Myrrh, and Tonka Bean.
Copal Azur from Aedes de Venustas is a prophecy rustling on the wind, woven from copal and frankincense fumes that billow from temples guarding secrets older than gods. Meditate on these vapors of incense and antiquity, and you’ll find it’s a salty, bittersweet paradox, a wisp of sacrificial smoke laced with the unexpected sweetness of caramelized ambers. A sacred offering – a glistening, balsamic lacquered glaze burnishing a forgotten feast, a tang of something primal, both savory and sweet. A taste of eternity, a sticky fever dream forgotten ritual, clinging to your ribs long after the final swallow. The jungle itself seems to hold its breath as explorers, trespassers who believe they understand the weight of the past, navigate its sun-dappled heart toward the source of the scent. The air hangs heavy with it, a fat, golden sigh that twists through the foliage–which, wary of the intrusion, whispers not of secrets but of warnings from the dusty pages of history, hinting at unknown chapters these interlopers were never meant to be a part of. A golden condor soars overhead, its wings brushing against this intoxicating residue; it, too, is aloft on a dream of following the path of the setting sun.