Puckrik on Perfume

Katie Puckrik ON Aug 28, 2009 AT 3:24 pm

Katie Puckrik: Photographer Martin Shaw

Katie Puckrik: Photographer Martin Shaw

Amouage Homage Attar
By Katie Puckrik

The daddy of perfume criticism, Luca Turin, calls Amouage Homage Attar “breathtakingly beautiful…dizzyingly rich…filled with stratospheric light and ice”. Talk about a come-on! The idea that mere perfume can alter the very molecules of humdrum reality and render one breathless, dizzy, and floating around Earth with a bunch of space junk is irresistible. Thus my obsession with Homage Attar.

Attar is an Arabic word meaning “fragrance”. It’s an extremely concentrated form of natural perfume extracted from flowers and woods, used by the kings and queens of antiquity right up to the present day hoi polloi. I was determined to get my polloi paws on Homage, and zeroed in on it at my favourite fancy fragrance shop. After uttering the secret passwords (“OH MY GOD – YOU GUYS HAVE HOMAGE! THIS SHIT IS SUPPOSED TO BE THE SHIT! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!), I was presented with a small crystal cube of a bottle filled with a golden oil. I pulled out the glass wand to anoint my nooks and crannies with the elixir that could turn the ancient gods into slaves of man. And me into a slave of Homage.

Amouage Homage Attar

Amouage Homage Attar

Turin was right: in no time at all I was drifting through space with the remains of Skylab. Homage is transcendent – a glorious choir of Taif rose, Omani silver frankincense and Cambodian oud. As one of many perfume world examples of “When Bad Smells Smell Good”, oud is a resin produced by the rot of mold-infected Aquilaria trees. Its complex aroma varies from medicinal, to leathery, to bitter, to sea-salty. Oud gives a perfume mystery and the whiff of a dark past. The oud in Homage begins with a faint floor polish accord, and then warms into leather. Homage’s rose provides a fruity fullness, without ever smelling truly “rosy”. The frankincense lends a chilly briskness, jasmine and citrus oils heighten the radiance, and a smidge of musk and sandalwood cushions the landing.

I’ve never smelled a perfume so pure, so perfectly harmonized that not one voice sings out over the others. Luca Turin calls Homage an “incense rose”, but the song that I’m hearing is floral leather. The scent of Homage lifting off my skin fills me with wonderment at the majesty of perfume at its most exalted. This shit is the shit.

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