#612 CB Beast CB I Hate Perfume 2012

It had to happen. From somewhere, a sprig of parsley scores points right in your idyll. Someone hisses at the old oil in the grill coals. There’s too much lovage in the salad dressing. It crashes against the roast beef on the garden plate, the greasy river of herb butter that sparkles as it flows over the tender meat and gradually spills onto the lamb's lettuce. There is warm earth, but you don’t see it; the smoke from the fire turns towards your face, just sometimes for a moment. Then you stare again at the beef. And the butter, which becomes one with the lovage and solidifies on the lamb's lettuce.
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Christopher Brosius hates conventional perfumes. Scents should be works of art, journeys we bravely embark on. "Smell evokes - far more powerfully than any other sense - the EMOTION on which [a] memory was initially formed," he quotes modern fragrance research. So it’s not about a photorealistic memory that a scent is supposed to create, but about the emotion on which the memory is built.
So what do we emotionally connect with a bunch of parsley that slides into the salad dressing with the herb butter from the roast beef, into a salad dressing with Maggi that drips onto a wood fire? What does it do to us when we sit for hours bent over the plate, so close that we can hardly perceive either the garden or the campfire, only the butter that slowly cools with the lovage? One can now delve into this.

(With thanks to Chizza)