Nasomatto Sample – Baraonda Parfum (0.5ml vial) Nasomatto

Would you love to try Baraonda Extrait de Parfum? Order a sample and ensure it’s the right fragrance for you. With Smallflower’s convenient sample program, you can experience any number of fragrances, at a fraction of the cost of a full bottle, before you buy.Samples are hand-poured in-house and presented in a .01 oz (0.3 ml) size (due to the highly concentrated nature of extrait de parfum, each .03 oz (1 ml) vial is filled about 1/4 full).Please note: The color of the fragrance in the sample vial you receive may differ from the image shown.About Baraonda Extrait de Parfum:?The fragrance creates raw taste sensation. The result of a quest to evoke the powerful and mighty whisper of an olfactory stirring, which magically rejoins the whole and the nothing.? The Nose. A wild wave that sucks us up into its undertow and drowns us in multi sensory explosion: Baraonda is an elemental mash up that smells distinctly of infinite possibility. At first we are relatively grounded, and enjoy the vivid sweetness of something resembling fruit, ripened slowly on a long, winding vine. As the tannin rich tang of this grape-like musk suffuses our senses, our gaze rolls over rows and rows of this orderly vineyard, gorgeously shimmering in the early morning light. The tiny droplets of dew strewn over taught skins mirror, microscopically, the wild ocean beyond. We imagine its briny bustle. We are flown from the night-cooled crystallized sugars of fruit, the wild pull of the sea the engine that pushes us further and further into the beautiful turbulence of Baraonda. A new pattern emerges: a navy-teal plait of clouds forms, around a central silver sliver of saline energy. Suddenly, we drop, the salty mercury of Baraonda’s core an urgent plummet. We dive into the unknown, and resurface amidst a smooth, subtle substance, like silent whispering white foam bubbling into oblivion. As this opalescence evaporates, we are again relocated. Embedded in the creamy herbal balm of mountains, we find the cool sugars of ripe fruit has gone to seed–anise seed, to be (im)precise. A quiet, incalculable green grows up around us. We rest atop the dulcet piquant funk of molting skins, fallen leaves, and broken twigs. Moving from bright dawn to the dim cool, Baraonda consoles and excites us everywhere and all at once. Like a great wine, this wild scent beats like hot blood but smells of buried centuries. Witness its indecipherable cipher.