Moroccan Medjool works on me because it’s rich without being pushy. The date note is front and center - dense, ripe, almost chewy - but it’s immediately lifted by a flash of citrus and a hint of cardamom, so it never feels heavy or syrupy. That contrast is what makes the opening addictive. As it develops, florals slip in quietly - rose, jasmine, ylang - not to decorate, but to soften the sweetness and give it warmth and texture. Nothing turns pretty or sugary. The drydown is where it really settles into itself: cashmere woods, oakmoss, amber, vanilla, and caramel holding everything in place, calm and grounded. What I love is how complete it feels. Sweet, but serious. Comforting, but structured. It wears close, lasts well, and never loses its balance. Moroccan Medjool doesn’t try to charm - it simply stays with you (exceptional longevity), warm and assured, and that’s exactly why I keep reaching for it.