Marte Concentrée Battistoni 1986

By chance, I recently stumbled upon this fragrance while browsing. Until then, I had no idea about the scent or the brand Battistoni. The price was hot, and 3, 2, 1, mine.
Just two days later, the postman rang the bell twice, and there it was. The outer packaging was already quite nice. Dark blue, slightly textured cardboard with white lettering. Simple elegance. The bottle follows suit. It tapers upward in a streamlined shape. In the center is the glass relief of the Roman god of war, Mars. Stylish. Less stylish is the cheap plastic cap. But at that price....
So, let's get to the heart of the matter. Two sprays and let the impressions settle. Hmmm. At first, Marte starts off citrusy fresh. But it’s not a bright lemon that brightens the day. If you compare the freshness to sunbeams, it seems as if there are scattered shadows above it. As if one were sitting under the branches of a tree swaying in the wind, with the sunbeams and the shadows of the leaves swaying back and forth in turn. Could this be from the basil? After a while, the scent transitions into a heart/base phase that I can't separate and that confused me for a long time. At some point, an image formed that at least somewhat corresponds to it:
A small village. Somewhere in Italy. It lies directly by the sea. Tourists rarely find their way here. The young have moved to the city. For work reasons. Today, mostly only the elderly live here. They are too deeply rooted in the place. There is no hustle and bustle here. Everything has its own rhythm. The houses are whitewashed with lime and shine like rows of white teeth of a giant in the barren wild landscape. The scents that the sea carries mix with the smell of lime, the wild jasmine that grows everywhere here, and the gnarled cedars that occasionally stick out of the landscape like fingers.
In conclusion, it can be said that this is a fragrance that takes you on a journey. If you take the time to discover it. Definitely not mainstream. But certainly special and worth the journey.