Out of the vial it’s straight-up smokey amber, with a spicy kick that differentiates it from my most favorite amber (so far) Ambre Fetiche. Like the two perfumes I reviewed previously from this independent fragrance line, Olympic Amber is a thoughtful, well-composed, and well-balanced perfume.
While it is a straight-up Amber with a capital “A,” it shares the creamy, cocoa-buttery aspect that wooed me successfully in Javanica, with a similarly chewy/sweet flourish. The spicy aspect, which I’m coming to recognize as a signature accord of Ellen’s, smells like a combination of nutmeg and frankincense, bolstered and smoothed by a vanillic-woody base. That woody base, which I’m guessing contains both cedar and sandalwood in some form, has just the right tang of “human-flesh-but-better-accord,” that, if possible, I would slather all over my person, and then curl up on an exotic hide and take a nap (see above image).
L’Ombre Fauve is the ultimate sensual amber (yuuummm labdanum!), and if that was a little too much for you, and you’re hankering after a sexy, but slightly cleaner adaptation, then Olympic Amber is a must try.
Absolutely full-bottle worthy, and would make a scrupmtious masculine.
My sample of Olympic Amber was generously provided by the perfumer.
Above painting: The Tepidarium, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912)