Kenzo Jungle

Jungle L'Éléphant

Kenzo 1996

Sound bites from my girlfriend at the spray-on premiere. And that although we still live a good 80 kilometres away from Cologne. But there is no better way to put it in a nutshell. Immediately after spraying on, you can expect the explosive ordnance disposal squad to arrive at the home of the perpetrators at any moment.

This fragrance is the opposite of discreet. And average. And mainstream. Actually of everything that is currently so "hip", "hip" or whatever the youth language is able to express. An olfactory fist of God (no blasphemy), which nicely anaesthetizes every halfway functioning nose within a radius of at least 5 meters into Nirvana. Wonderful. Why kick down the door when you can just tear down the wall right away?
You don't have to like that smell. You have to give it respect. An unbelievable thicket of exotic plants and wet-soaked turgidity. A real jungle. So thick that I can't even recognize the individual trees in the forest. Mango, ylang ylang, cardamom, carnation, heliotrope, kill me.... for all I care. Everything may be right. But this thing seems to me to be a total work of art. Very difficult to filter out single notes independently. But you do not need that. The jungle is alive. And it trembles. With vitality. And it's already looking for its exotic sounds. Guaranteed not for every woman. And that's a good thing. What's the use of gray mice with those majestic big cats?

PS: The hypothetical clearing squad would probably only get lost in the jungle anyway. And it can take a long time for the thicket to clear...