Wearing Comme des Garcons’ Zagorsk is like walking in a chilly empty church with broken windows, and you can see and faintly smell the tall birch and cypress surrounding this old building. The incense is all ash, sitting still and releasing some leftover aroma.
This perfume has poor projection and longevity, but the opaque aluminum bottle hides the water level and gives me the licence to spray without holding back. (Honestly I feel a bit sad seeing my bottle getting used up, despite they are supposed to be used. That’s why I never buy fancy moulded candles.)