The note of Medlar, a true relic among fruits, offers an olfactory journey into ripeness bordering on decay, yet remarkably beautiful and complex. It presents a scent profile that is at once fruity, musky, wine-like, and subtly earthy. Unlike crisp, bright fruits, it lacks sharp acidity, instead unfolding with a soft, jammy sweetness, reminiscent of deeply baked apples or pears that have been left to mature past their prime, achieving a state known as "bletting." There's a distinct fermentation quality, a gentle booziness akin to an aged cider or a fruit wine, without being overtly alcoholic. Underlying this richness are hints of dried fruit, a whisper of dried fig or raisin, and a surprisingly nuanced tannic or woody facet that grounds the sweetness. It projects with a moderate, enveloping sillage, feeling substantial and comforting, and its longevity leans towards the heart or even base, as its complex richness lingers, evolving into a more subdued, almost leathery fruitiness over time. It is not effervescent, but rather possesses a smooth, almost velvety texture in its olfactory impression.