Years of aging have softened the oil. Nothing feels sharp or unfinished. The darker woody character and the fruitiness seem to melt into each other until it becomes difficult to tell where one ends and the other begins.
This is what I find fascinating about vintage oud.
You can source exceptional wood.
You can control a distillation.
But you cannot manufacture eighteen years of time.
An oil like this carries not only the character of Cambodian agarwood, but everything that has happened inside that bottle since 2008.
And there is no shortcut to that.
For anyone who wants to understand what a genuinely aged Cambodian oud can become, this is one I believe deserves to be experienced slowly.
A drop on the skin.
Then leave it alone.
Let the plum, the dark wood and that beautiful creaminess reveal themselves with time.
After all, time is what created them in the first place.