Royal Musk Gazelle
Abdul Samad Al Qurashi

A scary movie (at least along the first stages) and anyway frankly one of the most "violently beastly" black musks I've tested in my life. Abdul Samad Al Qurashi Royal Musk Gazelle is an immensely compelling dark animalic musk with a lot of mouldy-fecal dirtiness and a leathery dark soul. I suppose this stuff is soaked by civet (anyway, animalic secretions), "arcane" mossy mould, vegetal wetness and possibly castoreum (or hellish stuffs like the previous elements). Trust me, this beast is not for everybody, is not "the girl next door". The beginning is sooooooo weird (I would say misleading too), while indeed you are thinking to be dealing with a lush, smooth (sweetly spicy) graceful-velvety musk (apparently surrounded by a talky violes-iris presence) actually in that precise moment several fecal and putrid-mouldy miasms jump up from the abysses as assassin witches. A stout leather note (with its typical tenacious aroma) hardly tames in the meanwhile the animalic roars. You are ideally teleported back to "lost in memory" dark heavily fournished claustrophobic and humid rooms (of your childhood) appointed by woody fornitures full of furs, leather jackets, wools under naphthalene preserved, stale flowerpots water and dirty clothes. Yes, the note of ambergris is in here really "intimate" and carnal, the spices (saffron, kurcuma??) are misty, the oudh is ancient, the fecal musks (and may be animalic secretions) are stuffs eliciting (for a part of the trip) aroma of oral sex, orgasms, dirty panties and antique foams. For a while (before the aroma settles down more soft and "pacificated") the Royal Musk Gazelle's "bestiality" puts Masque Montecristo in corner. I would see that butch (animal) secretions are in here captured in order to provide aroma of beast (yes, deer) combined with fur, humid mud and vegetal gurgitation. All the further notes as musk, ambergris, woods (and God knows what else more) are just included in order to tame the beast. Anyway, beyond the animalic side there is an inextricable world of mysticism and mystery behind this juice. The dry down is anyway more tamed, barely more musky, vaguely powdery but yet really animalic (despite surprisingly wearable in comparison with the first stage). I energically suggest to wear this unique aroma to all those daring amateurs un-worried to appear like a medieval wolf after a "red lights" night down a latrine. Notoriously I'm a warewolf craving for the women blood.
P.S: the more you explore the musky dry down the more the juice's wearability (and the smoothly musky texture) pleasantly increases. In this final phase the scent (decidedly wearable) is more properly talky in a mildly organic way.

It's possible that there are Creed-like batch variations with this one, because I smell none of the lovely ambery or floral notes that Alfarom is lucky enough to pick up in this. All I smell, unfortunately, is an overwhelmingly fecal smell, like when you're standing in a cowshed or next to a slurry pit on a farm. Yes, if pushed, I will say that the smell is certainly rich and barnyard-like. But while I love and wear fecal stuff such as Muscs Khoublai Khan and Leather Oud on a regular basis, this one is a little too literally like poo for me. To give you an idea of how averse my reaction was to this one, I had to layer Black Aoud on top of it to mask the smell (which made BA smell quite animalic - not a bad layering combination).

I'm giving it a neutral for two reasons. First, it had nuclear longevity and actually it's not too bad on the second day. Perhaps the two showers I had in the meantime helped tame its fecal overload, but by the second day, I was able to layer it quite successfully with Habanita Extrait. It's obviously made up of the good stuff since it lasts so long. Second, it helped delineate and define my own personal boundary line when it comes to animalics. This right here is the Shibboleth for people who claim they love animalic notes.