Risvelium Orto Parisi 2025

"Wow, it smells like Monterfeil here!"
Peter is sitting next to me, hissing as he inhales. Peter is my village cat. Or more precisely, I am Peter's human. Such accuracy must be maintained, he thinks. Other things he doesn't take quite so seriously. Monterfeil, for example.
"It’s called Montfermeil, Peter!"
"I said that!"
"You did not. You said Monterfeil!"
"Yes, and that’s how you smell. Like a train station!"

Montfermeil is a suburb of Paris. It’s on the Gagny - Gare de l'Est line. We used to commute there daily.
"By TGV!" Peter interjects. From the Gare SNCF! The one with the advertising sign!"
"That’s the railway company," I clarify. Société Nationale des Chemins de Fer! Not the station!" I tell you, accuracy is a tricky thing.
"But the advertising sign was there!"
"What advertising sign?"
"Brandt is part of the family! And then you should buy a washing machine!"
"Yes, exactly. And what does all this have to do with Monter... I mean Montfermeil?"
"I already said. You smell like that."
"Uh... yes. And what does it smell like in Monterfeil... damn... Montfermeil?"
"Like a train station. Just like your new perfume!"
"And how does a train station smell?"
"Like oak!"
"Like oak?"
"Yep. Like oak with creosote! Not a little!"
"Like the railway sleepers?"
"Exactly! Creosote with steam locomotive and diesel!"
"Today's trains run on electricity! And we weren't traveling by TGV either! TGVs are the ones with the horn!"
"Ah, the grandma scare when they zoom through the station!"
"Yep!"
"But back then they didn't run on electricity. And you smell like back then. When the sleepers were still steamed with coal gas!"

Risvelium. By Otto Parisi (as Peter thinks, it somehow fits Monterfeil). It’s smoky. It’s tarry. Blackcurrant on a manure heap, I read in a review. Longevity until the end of time, in another. This is a perfume, how should I diplomatically describe it, that not everyone will love. This is a perfume you wear when you want to keep the job interview short, that you shouldn't necessarily wear in court. Or when you go out for a nice meal. Or on your wedding night.

For those who are not put off by all this, who can handle a railway sleeper of old design supported by an overdose of Ambrocenide, paired with decades of railway soot and the exhalations of countless passengers, this scent is definitely recommended for special occasions. The price doesn’t matter. With just a few milliliters, you can scent the entire Gare de l'Est and Hamburg Central Station.
Blind buy, as always: Who dares, wins.

Many thanks to @ElAttarine for letting me partake in this interesting fragrance creation!