Vladimir Carine Roitfeld 2019

The Vladimir that comes to mind with this fragrance is a very sympathetic one.

From Vladimir Horowitz, the gifted concert pianist who still delighted concert halls with wit and virtuosity as a shaky old man, two things have been passed down to me.

First, the quote "Who iiibt, has neetig."

This was, of course, a cheeky flirtation, as if he didn't have "neetig." I find it very likely that he didn't just run through boring finger exercises but played "real" pieces to keep his long fingers agile. He didn't practice; he played. A fine distinction.

Secondly, the resurrection in the middle of a concert.

When Horowitz returned to the concert stage after many years of absence, the audience was delighted. The experts were pleased as well, but even more, they were curious about how well the maestro would still perform.

The orchestra began, the piano had a break, only to then enter with 3 chords, actually just 3 notes.

The entry came - and Horowitz flubbed it.

Completely. Totally. Utterly.

So much so that everyone heard it. A shock.

He then somehow muddled through the first movement but surprisingly regained his composure and delivered a second movement that brought tears of gratitude to the audience's eyes.

I like to think of this Vladimir when I experience this fragrance.

The first tasting overwhelmed me.

The second sniff revealed a creamy-woody symphony that winds through southern citrus and cedar groves. The wind continually brings new aromas of wild herbs and resins.
The journey does not become boring over hours.