12/04/2022

VTrancoso
21 Reviews

VTrancoso
6
Scent of intimacy
It all starts in the kitchen of a house made with old wood and with the aroma of a mound of coffee beans in the center of a table illuminated by a beam of light.
There is a melancholic and introspective aura. The aroma is delicate and does not project with chemical bombs.
There are small dusty clouds in the air and in the background a huge door opens through which we enter a library. Shelves of books and stairs upon stairs lead to a distant dome. So far away that it is difficult to understand where the surreal space ends. A mystical scent of wood and parchment hangs in the air. A light, smooth and intimate fragrance. A place of solitude and sweet memories.
In the atmosphere remains the deep note of realistic coffee beans resting on rose petals with the color of nostalgia. This poetic courtship between coffee and rose gradually gives way to the growing heat of tobacco and woody and resinous tones. Someone walked by recently smoking a Cohiba.
Finally in the drydown walks a breeze of musk, labdanum and vetiver.
Everything is in semi-darkness with discreet alcoholic accords that invite you to a meditative and abstract state. It is cosy, earthy and silent.
We sat at a table in a dark and mysterious corner. On top is an old typewriter where a sheet of paper sleeps with a few lines written on it. Next to it is a projection machine. I light it up and on a distant screen comes the image of Nick Cave. Shortly after, the sound of one of his songs invites us to stay.
https://youtu.be/LnHoqHscTKE
There is a melancholic and introspective aura. The aroma is delicate and does not project with chemical bombs.
There are small dusty clouds in the air and in the background a huge door opens through which we enter a library. Shelves of books and stairs upon stairs lead to a distant dome. So far away that it is difficult to understand where the surreal space ends. A mystical scent of wood and parchment hangs in the air. A light, smooth and intimate fragrance. A place of solitude and sweet memories.
In the atmosphere remains the deep note of realistic coffee beans resting on rose petals with the color of nostalgia. This poetic courtship between coffee and rose gradually gives way to the growing heat of tobacco and woody and resinous tones. Someone walked by recently smoking a Cohiba.
Finally in the drydown walks a breeze of musk, labdanum and vetiver.
Everything is in semi-darkness with discreet alcoholic accords that invite you to a meditative and abstract state. It is cosy, earthy and silent.
We sat at a table in a dark and mysterious corner. On top is an old typewriter where a sheet of paper sleeps with a few lines written on it. Next to it is a projection machine. I light it up and on a distant screen comes the image of Nick Cave. Shortly after, the sound of one of his songs invites us to stay.
https://youtu.be/LnHoqHscTKE