When I was a child, my sister and I often went to the Black Forest with my grandmother to look for chanterelle mushrooms. When I opened Wild Hunt, it felt as if I were travelling back in time. There I was, a little girl, sitting in the moss, cutting chanterelle mushrooms and eating wild blueberries. Sometimes we would hear a sound in a distance – maybe a deer, maybe a hunter – with the sun high above the treetops. A birdcall far away. Apart from that, silence. The smell of the damp earth, the wood, the twilight. Wild Hunt roused an overwhelming memory that left me speechless.
Opening it is like a slap in the face and I mean this literally – it feels like kissing the earth, wet, dark earth, with your face deep in it, reminding me of the forest scenes in Lars von Trier’s movie Antichrist. But when the earthy head note calms down, the perfume opens up to a warm and spicy heart note and you travel from the underworld with its roots and humidity to the surface and inhale the pines and resins. The base note still reveals echoes of earth, but the sun glimpses through the branches dancing in the wind, exhaling an aroma of wild honey.
Wild Hunt is a perfect day in the wilderness. A wonderful creation that really captured me, but I admit that it would be better on men.
Perfumer: Christopher Brosius
Notes: earth, old leaves, green moss, fir, pine, mushrooms, honey
Photos: Jürgen Henkelmann, CB I hate perfume