Music Festival Maison Margiela 2017

… but please not in my direction.
It might be due to my general aversion to festivals… thousands of bodies, sweat, mud, loud shouting, alcohol-fueled friendliness… oh, the list could go on forever, but basically, the perfume lives up to its title.
At the start, one immediately perceives the scent of leather jackets, a few pieces of a red apple join in, and everything is tinted with hippie-like patchouli fumes. Clouds of smoke soaked in cannabis and tobacco rise in the background and blend together comprehensively. Dry, earthy, slightly woody, and a bit sweet, the scent lingers for quite a while before it dissipates. From the initial fruitiness, one can only detect a very faint trace. Frankincense, as well as the violet leaf, must be searched for, as they unfortunately truly get overshadowed.
The indicated period "Woodstock 1969" may seem quite fitting, as upon final consideration, it simply smells old to me, and so I must, with not too much surprise, just now notice that two flies are preparing to mate near my perfumed arm… a sign! A sign for me to soon wash my arm thoroughly and send this scent into oblivion.