Sorcinelli takes us to 15th century Romania. More precisely, we find ourselves in the castle of Vlad III. It is cold and damp, candlelight falls on heavy tapestries. As we proceed, we involuntarily leave this part of the estate and find ourselves with heavy metallic notes in the count's cellar. It wouldn't be a true Sorcinelli if our descent weren't underpinned by clerical incense.
Truly a fantastic interpretation of the theme, without being influenced by previous, sometimes very shrill, Hollywood adaptations. I would like to wear this fragrance at my funeral.
Even with the last sentence 馃槈
I've never read the last sentence before. 馃憤
I've never thought about that.
May it be delayed for a long time.