Lately, I’ve been bathing in musk and rose, jasmine and moss, pepper and sandalwood shavings and crushed ambergris. Sultan Salahuddin drowns them all in a tidal wave of aloes that says, “Welcome home, Oud man!”
A scent so brazenly oudy is quite a welcome change for the famished agarwood fiend in an age where superficial airiness is all the rage. A Gyrinops heavyweight transfixes your nose with wild oceanic New Guinea battling it out with such gritty Sumbawan earthiness it makes patchouli blush. Add the offbeat kyara-camphoraceous note imparted by our signature Sultan Series style to mute any trace of fruit or flower, and you’re left tying a hammock in the heart of the jungle.
Compared to even the oldest oldies, the profile bubbles like it’s been sitting capped in the dark for a decade. Rich Papuan petrichor hurls a blast of oudy base right off the Sencha top. Rather than the scent of gently heated agarwood chips, you smell raw, freshly chiseled Gyrinops resin right from the hand of the hunter. And more. A slow satisfying release that’s herbaceous. Leaves of mint amidst the fern.
These are the same New Guinea shavings that went into Sultan Murad and Sultan Fatih – the very last of them. The aroma captures every bit the caliber of the early Sultans, packing the same tenacity and silage. But this time, instead of a one-man show or a duet with Malaccensis, you smell the signature NG profile in a landmark fusion with Sumbawan Gyrinops. A first for me… and you, I’m sure!
After three mega Sultans in past few days: Beyazit, Abdul Hamit and Suleyman earlier this evening, it was time to put the youngest, newest Sultan to test.
1) No. It doesn’t belong in that league. But is not far off at all. Older teenager amongst younger men.
2) It does have that Sultan signature and specially 20 seconds or so after application. Even at over an hour or more in, the heart is glowing. That GP in a tuxedo note, BUT: drier. Less sweet basically. Less spicy. Instead replaced by an incredibly bitter green dense rich note that is the signature of Sultans plus that vapoury buzz inducing fuzzy quality in hte likes of Kinamantan, Midori Qi and many other excellent Borneos. – Rasoul, Canada
I’m not exactly sure how to describe the fragrance profile of Sultan Salahuddin. So I’ll tell the story of where this Oud reminded me of... and it was the most vivid powerful memory of a place in time in my life...
A long country dirt road. A autumn chill in the air with a farm house up ahead. I could smell the horse stables in the distance, that warm comforting fragrance. The wind blowing, slightly kicking up the smell of dried leaves and damp earth from the pumpkin patch. As I draw closer to the house I could smell the sweet fragrance of someone making an apple pie, and all the spicy soft scents that come with it. I enter the house and am gently reminded of the warmth of dark hard wood floors and the clean lemon sent left over from cleaning. I make my way into the living room where I’m drawn by the fragrance of the plush leather sofa and curl up with my oversized quilt and inhale deeply the soft cotton scent that still lingers on it from the wash.
This has all the fragrance profile of an Autumn Day. So dynamic and clean. Where as some of the other Ouds seem to yell from the beginning of their scent, this one has a soft gentle caress. I absolutely LOVE this one. BRAVO! – Andy, USA
It seems Sumbawa island only has Gyrinops verstegii species recorded as growing on it, so I assume that is what makes the Sumbawan part of Sultan Salahuddin. The wood was obviously soaked, the whole pitch is quite deep, with woodiness present from the start and top notes set to minimum. There’s a moment or two in the opening where florality of Oud Royale II type or walla oud is present, but it gets covered in a matter of seconds. Lots of body, very grounding. Salahuddin goes Burma in the heart, that mood puts a mixture of darker deeper woodier Oud Sulaiman III, and greener lighter Shuayb without barnyard in my mind and stays closer to skin than Abu Zahi. Woodiness and dark resinous notes slowly make way to a fresher, softer, more marine tone with faintest auxiliary florality in the top sparkled with a touch of sweet young vegetables, greenness, and spice. From deep woody oudiness to aquatic and herbal spicy fresh bitterish one, quite unusual transformation facilitated by the process of co-distilation and harmonious choice of wood; it is impossible to guess where Papua starts and Sumbawa ends. And yet, I can’t get Burnese oud out of my head... – Andrej, Croatia
C’est la peinture flamande d'une bibliothèque de taille moyenne mais spacieuse, construite en haut d’un vieil arbre au tronc épais, noueux, et aux ramures innombrables. Dans l’angle de la pièce, derrière un comptoir en bois, un vieil homme vêtu de lin y fabrique avec art des chaussures élégantes. L'odeur de cire marron brune qui surprend le visiteur pourrait presque être entêtante, mais elle se nappe dans un délice miroitant de paillettes cacao-argent-fin, evanescentes, sur le lit tapissé de l’intérieur du nez et jusqu’au fond de la gorge. Lourdes effluves aromatiques, déposées par la fumée froide d’une pipe à tabac parfumé, qui se referment comme la couverture de cuir d’un livre d’alchimie pour adolescents talentueux, ornée de cuivre embué aux accents vert-de-gris. Une fenêtre s'ouvre vers l’Intérieur, repoussée par la force brute de l’ampleur atmosphérique du Dehors, et l’air, surchargé de tourbe humide, de sève et de fleurs sauvages, se libère instantanément dans l’espace et le comble. A l’orée de la forêt, qui peuple la montagne et veille sur la plaine, le serpolet, discret, parfume avec humilité la nuque de la Terre. – Antonin, France