SOTD

kesiro

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EO Koh Kong '76
This oil is a blend:eek:
And the '76 is only 10%:eek:
But don't be fooled.........
This oil will knock-your-socks-off!!!:rolleyes::D:p:)
Absolutely! I have the Cambodi 1976 and the KK76. The KK76 is a lot closer then 10% of the original. Definitely does not have the aging richness but is a stunning example of Koh Kong oud.
 

PEARL

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@RobertOne Real life stories, I love the commentary. I'm a Brooklyn native and I remember when I first came to the south, Atlanta precisely. I was with my freshman year roommate, who is from Detroit and we were walking downtown near the famous Atlanta landmark the Underground Mall at Five Points. People were speaking to us, the "what's ups" and the "how y'all doings". Later on when we were going back to campus I turned to my friend and said, "How do you know all of those people?" Him being from another big, wild city full of rude people that don't speak turned to me and responded, "I thought you knew them" hahahahhahaha!
Another time after I had been in Atlanta for about three years I went home to see my family. My sister wanted to cook some dishes that I hadn't had in a good while, but first we had to go see somebody she knew. Anyway, so she has this link that we went to connect with who sells food stamps fifty cents on the dollar LOL, New York. So we go grocery shopping and are on the way back home on the train. There were a few guys sitting across from us and one of them made eye contact with me so I nodded my head and said, "What's up". Next thing I know the dude is like, "what the f@ck you mean what's up, what's up then $%&*!%", his partners are reaching and everything. I say something to the effect of, "whoa, whoa, whoa my bad, I'm from here but I live in Atlanta, I forgot where I was, no beef, quench". They chilled and we all ended of laughing with them telling me that they heard we have some nice women in Atlanta. During the laughter my sister turned to me and said, "boy, don't get me killed out here", we kept laughing, New York.
I can't begin to describe how you took me home for just a moment @RobertOne. I love New York, the hustle, the rudeness, the style, going to see friends in my old stomping grounds and going into their building to be greeted with the remnant smells of millions of different dishes cooked, the ammonia funk of everybody that has pissed in the elevator and stair case and the gut wrenching stench of the last person to have smoked crack in the hallway, New York, eight million stories in the naked city. As Dorothy said in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, "There's no place like home".

I ve booked it sir. Still swiping from my sample bottle :) Hainan I used to love. But Sayang has become my favorite. Love it.
Hainan '05 and China Sayang, both well balanced oils. I do like the ambergris'd, deep orange, musky barn in Hainan '05 but IMO China Sayang is on another level of sweet satisfaction, I too favor the Sayang oil.
 

kesiro

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@RobertOne Real life stories, I love the commentary. I'm a Brooklyn native and I remember when I first came to the south, Atlanta precisely. I was with my freshman year roommate, who is from Detroit and we were walking downtown near the famous Atlanta landmark the Underground Mall at Five Points. People were speaking to us, the "what's ups" and the "how y'all doings". Later on when we were going back to campus I turned to my friend and said, "How do you know all of those people?" Him being from another big, wild city full of rude people that don't speak turned to me and responded, "I thought you knew them" hahahahhahaha!
Another time after I had been in Atlanta for about three years I went home to see my family. My sister wanted to cook some dishes that I hadn't had in a good while, but first we had to go see somebody she knew. Anyway, so she has this link that we went to connect with who sells food stamps fifty cents on the dollar LOL, New York. So we go grocery shopping and are on the way back home on the train. There were a few guys sitting across from us and one of them made eye contact with me so I nodded my head and said, "What's up". Next thing I know the dude is like, "what the f@ck you mean what's up, what's up then $%&*!%", his partners are reaching and everything. I say something to the effect of, "whoa, whoa, whoa my bad, I'm from here but I live in Atlanta, I forgot where I was, no beef, quench". They chilled and we all ended of laughing with them telling me that they heard we have some nice women in Atlanta. During the laughter my sister turned to me and said, "boy, don't get me killed out here", we kept laughing, New York.
I can't begin to describe how you took me home for just a moment @RobertOne. I love New York, the hustle, the rudeness, the style, going to see friends in my old stomping grounds and going into their building to be greeted with the remnant smells of millions of different dishes cooked, the ammonia funk of everybody that has pissed in the elevator and stair case and the gut wrenching stench of the last person to have smoked crack in the hallway, New York, eight million stories in the naked city. As Dorothy said in The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, "There's no place like home".
Well your comments echo loud and clear my friend. Another New Yorker here. East side originally and then Westchester. I don't know what it is but even after not living there for over 25 years, when I visit, it still feels like home.
Just watched the movie the Warriors again, (been a while since the last time) and I could literally see and feel myself at those subway stations. Heck I think I remember some of the graffiti seen in the movie.
Needless to say, the shock of moving to Louisiana from NY was immense. I will never forget the name of the first patient I saw in the Ortho clinic as an intern. Duplantis was her name. I asked her what kind of name is that? She said coon-ass! Now I didn't know what that was either but sounded funny as hell. My chief resident, who I followed around a bit would sit down in front of a patient with a giant wad of chewing tobacco and spit into a half full spit cup before talking to the patient. Culture shock, but those were some good 'ol days. Pun intended.
 

kesiro

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EnsarOud Oud Sulaiman III,

Ancient Burmese agarwood brew in all its glory with Sylhet flavor can’t be better than this.
Incensy-woody-resinous-ashy tobacco-suede leather with hint of roasted burghul umami -flavored smoke and aged liquorish rustic musky vibe.

Smooth, silky, and aged to perfection…
Oh man does that write-up sound mouthwatering. Fantastic description. This one has bee on my radar.
 

PEARL

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@kesiro I don't want to skyjack the thread so my SOTD is Pursat 2005.
OK now, Phil I can't make this stuff up. I had a friend in university with the last name Baptiste-Dauterive who was from that area. Specifically he was from the small town of Picayune, MS, which is about 30 minutes east of New Orleans, he used to say "coon ass" all the time. He invited me to his town summer after sophomore year and it's worse than Atlanta(now how can friendlier be worst? Must be the NY in me). People there would wave at you as you drove by. We arrived at night and he took me to a club, a real live juke joint with the juke box and all. It was relatively late but it seemed like the whole town was there, everybody from small kids to grandmothers, I had a ball.

The next day we're riding around, people are still waving at us and lo and behold, I have to find relief, bad. I told him to stop at the house of the next person who waved. It happened to be an older woman sitting on her porch. I walk up and said something like, "pardon me ma'am, I mean no disrespect but I have to use the restroom", she's like, "oh no sugar, go on in there", and tells me where it is. By the time I come out of the bathroom my friend is sitting at the table with a big plate of food in front of him and there's another plate for me. She ends up telling us that her daughters are over on such and such street at a boil, that was my first time having "bugs" or "mudbugs", which are crawfish. I love spicy food and those crawfish had my face on fire, I didn't have any choice but to wash them down with a couple of ice cold ones, astaghfirullah. It's like I was an instant celebrity with this accent there back then('96), I was the star of the show and back then an ole city slicker such as myself could get himself some you know what with the country girls digging the accent so much. I had a ball, astaghfirullah.
 

kooolaid79

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EnsarOud Oud Sulaiman III,

Ancient Burmese agarwood brew in all its glory with Sylhet flavor can’t be better than this.
Incensy-woody-resinous-ashy tobacco-suede leather with hint of roasted burghul umami -flavored smoke and aged liquorish rustic musky vibe.

Smooth, silky, and aged to perfection…
Wow what a beautiful description Brother Ammar!!

My brotherly advice, just grab a bottle whenever you get the chance.
Where is the Oud Sulieman 3 available?
 

RobertOne

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FO Hainan Arabi. Snap!

I am slowly evaluating this over a few more days I have mixed feelings about it that shifts around a lot, had a small sample posted to me of it as well as another that is magnficently barnyardy and camphorous-oudy. Will have to further enquire about it's provenence and when I know what it is, post another review.

Dread Master Kesiro, Professori La Perla-Berlusconi,

I hear you both about the South and West. The further you go the nicer, the more humane people are. It's easy to mock the flyover state folks from the coasts but I suspect that's done from a position of hidden insecurity. A lot of folks fro' these parts are dirt poor, true, but rich spiritually.
 
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kesiro

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I hear you both about the South and West. The further you go the nicer, the more humane people are. It's easy to mock the flyover state folks from the coasts but I suspect that's done from a position of hidden insecurity. A lot of folks fro' these parts are dirt poor, true, but rich spiritually.
Right on the money my friend. I consider the parts you refer to as the real world. Best people around.

FO Haina Arabi, in your honor! Salut!