Immortal Beloved is a hauntingly floral oriental chypre: it hovers.
It opens with silvery shafts of light on whose heels the warm/cool florals melt and spread their wings. I say ‘warm/cool’, because tobacco flower is precious and full-bodied, warm and a bit moist – while henna blossom always feels drily warm to me. Muguet always feels chilly and moist, slightly verdant even – but floral in the extreme. We have voluptuous, fearless flowers shrouded in a diaphanous shawl of ambergris [salty and serene], a sigh of labdanum, the vanillic salutation. Beeswax imparts its honeyed animalic tone, underscoring the carnality of Immortal Beloved. Oud spins a delicate web of sorcery [yes, oud!] beneath the silvery cocoon which grazes our skin.
We are suspended between the waking and dreaming world in a divine limbo of existence