Top Notes 
Pepper
Grapefruit
Nutmeg
Heart Notes 
Cedar
Cocoa bean
Vetiver
Base Notes 
Blond woods
Oakmoss absolute
Patchouli
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Pepper Spray for Peace Lovers. A Play.
Through a sample (Thank you, Pasima!) I came across this fragrance that thematizes pepper from the colonies - a journey into the distant distance. To where pepper actually grows. India? Persia? Southeast Asia? French Guiana? Colonies or, who knows, penal colonies? I think we don't need to know that precisely, as a generally "exotic" association is meant to cling to this pepper - and it does. For me, the imaginary journey first goes to India, where I visit an old provincial theater, whose heyday seems to have passed quite a while ago.
If you peek your head through the door, the first thing you hear are the very dominant voices of two actors, who are apparently preparing loudly for the play and are unmistakably present with their characteristic tones and powerful voices. They also make the first move. I have meanwhile taken my seat. The curtain rises, spotlight on the center of the stage.
Enter: Pepper and Grapefruit.
They stride briskly forward into the light. If I didn't know anything about Ms. Grapefruit, I would have called her Lemon; she definitely wears a light green cloak, while Mr. Pepper is dressed in an old tweed coat with - surprise, surprise - a pepper and salt pattern. He has a somewhat rough, pointed manner, spicy and indeed - peppery. In dialogue with the pepper, I can no longer isolate the specific herb-bitter timbre of the grapefruit, and it turns into something somehow "citrusy." The pepper and "she" come across quite bluntly and directly, bickering a bit, he somewhat pretentious and rough, she slightly hysterical. They are not quite in sync yet. For a successful overall impression, at least one more actor is needed, as our two initial performers have the stage to themselves at first but also have their communication difficulties. Fortunately, this doesn't last too long, as a soft, warm, rather feminine voice joins in, which I would describe as subtly "vanilla," even though I don't find any actor in the program that exactly fits that description. She wears a cream-colored garment, and the stage light dims a bit and becomes warmer in tone at her appearance. Perhaps this vanilla thing is actually the androgynous Mr. Cocoa, who intervenes so soothingly and gently and shows himself here more from his white chocolate side. Apparently, he says something nice to the other two, and then the back curtain opens, revealing the entire ensemble as a closed choir behind our three main actors. They sing a strange song, and someone plays a sitar. The orange light that falls on our pepper man suddenly makes him appear curry-colored.
I simply can't recall where I've heard this song before; curry, vanilla (or white chocolate...), something citrusy, aromatic wood with patchouli, I can't remember, but I have it somehow brighter, rounder, more complete in my memory; in short, I've heard a better interpretation before. Each of the choir members seems to gradually align themselves with one of the two initial parties, supporting either one or the other. It's already fun to watch the antics on stage; it's colorful and everything sways back and forth, but somehow our soft cocoa man or the vanilla lady doesn't quite fit into this play anymore and stands a bit lost at the edge of the stage. Later, he simply sits down.
When everyone else has long since disappeared and the last audience members have left the hall, you find him at the edge of the stage, asleep. As he leaves, everyone has given him a kiss on the cheek, and one has draped an old black-and-white speckled coat around him...
If you peek your head through the door, the first thing you hear are the very dominant voices of two actors, who are apparently preparing loudly for the play and are unmistakably present with their characteristic tones and powerful voices. They also make the first move. I have meanwhile taken my seat. The curtain rises, spotlight on the center of the stage.
Enter: Pepper and Grapefruit.
They stride briskly forward into the light. If I didn't know anything about Ms. Grapefruit, I would have called her Lemon; she definitely wears a light green cloak, while Mr. Pepper is dressed in an old tweed coat with - surprise, surprise - a pepper and salt pattern. He has a somewhat rough, pointed manner, spicy and indeed - peppery. In dialogue with the pepper, I can no longer isolate the specific herb-bitter timbre of the grapefruit, and it turns into something somehow "citrusy." The pepper and "she" come across quite bluntly and directly, bickering a bit, he somewhat pretentious and rough, she slightly hysterical. They are not quite in sync yet. For a successful overall impression, at least one more actor is needed, as our two initial performers have the stage to themselves at first but also have their communication difficulties. Fortunately, this doesn't last too long, as a soft, warm, rather feminine voice joins in, which I would describe as subtly "vanilla," even though I don't find any actor in the program that exactly fits that description. She wears a cream-colored garment, and the stage light dims a bit and becomes warmer in tone at her appearance. Perhaps this vanilla thing is actually the androgynous Mr. Cocoa, who intervenes so soothingly and gently and shows himself here more from his white chocolate side. Apparently, he says something nice to the other two, and then the back curtain opens, revealing the entire ensemble as a closed choir behind our three main actors. They sing a strange song, and someone plays a sitar. The orange light that falls on our pepper man suddenly makes him appear curry-colored.
I simply can't recall where I've heard this song before; curry, vanilla (or white chocolate...), something citrusy, aromatic wood with patchouli, I can't remember, but I have it somehow brighter, rounder, more complete in my memory; in short, I've heard a better interpretation before. Each of the choir members seems to gradually align themselves with one of the two initial parties, supporting either one or the other. It's already fun to watch the antics on stage; it's colorful and everything sways back and forth, but somehow our soft cocoa man or the vanilla lady doesn't quite fit into this play anymore and stands a bit lost at the edge of the stage. Later, he simply sits down.
When everyone else has long since disappeared and the last audience members have left the hall, you find him at the edge of the stage, asleep. As he leaves, everyone has given him a kiss on the cheek, and one has draped an old black-and-white speckled coat around him...
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