Filippo Sorcinelli. The guy is cool. Really cool. Anyone who has seen him once, his tattoos, his black clothing, the little beard, the John Lennon glasses, anyone who has seen him improvise on the organ and effortlessly switch between French and Italian, suspects that he is truly cool and not just looks it. An individualist like no other, highly sensitive on a path that probably not many can follow. If you want to see him: The lovely Eyris (I’m currently listening: recommended by the also very nice Exaltatus) has found the link to a fascinating video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYvr9CPlT9s. One should really have watched it before slowly and carefully indulging in this fragrance.
It starts with the bottle - has anyone ever held such a bottle in their hand? Already while unpacking it very carefully, I tried not to disturb the draping of the silver, fine fabric, but that is exactly what happens when you open the very imposing cap hidden under the fabric - just by opening it, this arrangement symbolizes the complete transience of the artwork, which can never be grasped again as the artist intended. The glass body of the bottle is more than noble with its silver fittings, and the writing with the underscores creates a connection to the present: _Quando_rapita_in_estasi_ - real understatement that strikes a chord of the Italian soul, for which, according to Filippo Sorcinelli's statement, the Italian need not be ashamed in 2020: deep, endless, deadly passion. I quote the excerpt from the opera here from the ALZD page (https://www.ausliebezumduft.de/unum-quando-rapita-in-estasi.html; 13.2.2020):
"Gaetano Donizetti, an aria from the famous madness scene of 'Lucia di Lammermoor'. An opera that became famous through the interpretation of Maria Callas.
Quando rapita in estasi
Del più cocente ardore
Col favellar del core
Mi giura eterna fê,
Gli affanni miei dimentico,
Gioja diviene il pianto,
Parmi che a lui d'accanto,
Sì schiuda il ciel per me.
LUCIA
When entranced in ecstasy,
full of burning passion,
in the language of the heart,
he swears eternal love,
I forget my troubles
and joy dries my tears,
and when I am near him, it seems to me,
as if the heavens opened for me."
Quando rapita in estasi - entranced in ecstasy. The scent impression could not be described more aptly. How should I explain it to you: It knocks you over. What comes at you cannot be endured for more than half a minute without fainting. You have to be pretty tough to remain calm. It is smoke. Smoke of an unbearable, immeasurable hardness and intensity that brings tears to your eyes and takes your breath away. You flee outside, take a deep breath - too late. This incredibly intense, hard, bitter, dry smoke of burning fir trees fills the entire space around you; the sillage could without exaggeration be rated at 25. This smoke is ABSOLUTELY hard. Incredibly UGLY and at the same time BEAUTIFUL. I have never smelled anything like this before. When it comes to love and passion - and it should, if the title is connected to the lines of the libretto - then it is not about a little infatuation, red roses, and a heart-shaped muffin on Valentine's Day. What is associated here is a tsunami, an avalanche, a hurricane, something unbearably powerful, a force of nature: "I love you. If I don't get you, I will DIE ON THE SPOT, I will immediately stab the sharpest knife I can find into my body. And if I get you, then it will be so immeasurably, unbearably intense that I will also die on the spot. I will burn up with love."
Well, this is really tough stuff, and you have to be prepared to test this fragrance. Best before a vacation, because this never goes away. Not from the clothes, not from the room. I had ventilated, and from the courtyard, one would think I had started a fire in the room. The scent lingered over the courtyard for hours.
And - oh wonder, oh gentle beloved - after a while, the scent transforms: The smoke remains, but something soft and delicate is added: a very floral soapy note, freshly washed like a young girl who puts on her linen dress after a bath and runs barefoot over the stone slabs towards her beloved. Less like the great diva, but like the young spring. Lily of the valley, very dominant, and hints of peach, sweet and soft. Yet, always from somewhere the dark, unfathomable, hard resonates forward; it does not disappear, as I said, it remains, it is only permeated by the soapy-floral notes. Two complete opposites collide; one is inclined to speak of "masculine" and "feminine" if it weren't so exaggeratedly dramatic, so Italian-opera-like.
You must test this fragrance. Take your time. Be alone with yourself in the room. Don't go to work afterward. Be considerate of everyone you might encounter. Make it clear: This is not a game. This is a statement. You have to decide beforehand whether you really want to say what this perfume says. Afterwards, it’s too late. Yes, test the fragrance. Tell me when the vanilla, the tonka bean appears for you. And what from this fireworks display could be the sweet opium. But don't be reckless: _Quando_rapita_in_estasi_ is not for the weak and small-minded. It is, that much is certain, truly a big, strong fragrance.
Top Notes 
Frankincense
Cedarwood
Lily of the valley
Heart Notes 
Clove
Peach
Base Notes 
Fir balsam
Labdanum
Patchouli
Vetiver
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Longevity
CivetOnly
Samasamaa
Ceesie
Ch03np
TheDunkPapa
Hvsams
Saradonin
Remillia
AndreiREC
