Like cool water streaming over skin, Fitta is gorgeously refreshing and powerfully galvanizing. Amber engineers salty, reverse aquatics: in other words, this solid, crystalline concentrate of savory sweetness paradoxically conjures a flowing blue stream, through which the other elements of Fitta float and flit. Patchouli is unbelievably light hearted here, a dulcet, green smolder that is only slightly bitter.
Precious woods construct the heart of Fitta, as if the amberous, patchouli-laced waters of this scent were streaming through a dam built of (what we imagine to be) agarwood, ebony and cedar. As woods are wetted, they release their scent into the air; there is the unmistakably lactic funk of something oud producing, the impenetrable, glossy beauty of a hardwood and the cinnamon smokiness of a softer, more pliant material. As our amber-patchouli river passes through and over these woods, their smell is multiplied. Behind all this luminous strength, there is a faint slipperiness, wetland accord: algae slick yet reminiscent of flinty reed grasses, here is where we find a tantalizing salinity. Cooly intriguing, Fitta smooths over even the most obstacle-laden path, forever flowing forwards.