
Aristipo
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A Mesoamerican vision of the Mediterranean
I have to say that it’d been a while since a perfume made me pause like this.
My grandparents came on boats to Central America from the Mediterranean, and I’ve always felt instinctively and inexorably bound to that geography, its climate, its physical milieu, its soil and everything that comes out of it: from the oranges of Valencia and the olives of Salonika, to the figs and dates of the Levant, and the wine from the grapes that grow around the entire basin, from Jerez to Yafo.
Rodrigo Flores-Roux, whose work for his own house, Xinú, I found to be lovely but not enough to splurge on a bottle, has created with Carlos Huber something (to me) memorable here: a uniquely Mesoamerican vision of the Mediterranean.
I love that it’s bracingly fresh without a citrus note in sight. It’s resinous and old-school terpenic. I distinctly get black olives and olive oil, a delicious novelty to me in a fragrance. What follows is an evocation of sea salt and fig leafs and thyme and pine needles and cypress and fir balsam and earthy red clay and bright sunlight under a cloudless blue sky. Oh my! I ordered a full bottle after going through my decant. Just great.