Aniseed
Assam oud
Benzoin
Bulgarian rose
Caraway
Castoreum
Cedarwood
Cigarette smoke
Cistus
Jasmine
Labdanum
Musk
Narcissus
Russian lavender
Sandalwood
Styrax
Tobacco
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A Congenial Olfactory Novel
Master and Margarita is said to be Teone Reinthal's favorite book. It is
also one of my favorite books. That's why I was very happy when I unexpectedly
received a sample of Bulgakov from JonasP1, thank you very much for that.
Master and Margarita is a very complexly structured novel that plays on three
levels, which are internally connected but also exist independently of each other. The language, the narrative style, and the atmosphere
are different on all three levels of the novel. The fundamental chord that
holds everything together is human emotions. The Master and his companion
are united by love, Pontius Pilate struggles with fear, and the Moscow
society of the 1930s is consumed by envy and greed. This complex structure of the novel is reflected in the development of the scent by
Teone Reinthal. The list of fragrance notes seems too extensive and
confusing. However, the scent proves to be well thought out and
composed. At the beginning, one notices slightly bitter and dark notes of anise and
cistus, to which castoreum immediately joins. Normally, Teone
Reinthal uses purely natural fragrance notes, but here she makes an exception and does so
with great confidence. Castoreum is an animalic note. It seems to me that in
Parfumo the term 'animalic' is rather negatively connoted. I use it
here intentionally for something attractive, loving, deep. Next comes a
heart note, no, a whole heart level. Rose and jasmine, both deep, dark, and
mysterious, likely due to the oud. Lavender comes by and joins
anise, both share a close friendship. This level feels like a feast,
opulent, decadent, and lavish. Something like 'The City of the Plague'
by J. Wilson. One dances on the volcano, loses oneself in various
variations of oud, ruins one's health with smoking, and marks foreign territories
with musk. All of this feels absolutely intoxicating. Slowly, the
candelabras fade, and we reach the third level. One goes with the Master and
Margarita to a small house made of sandalwood, tired at the end of a long journey
and without wishes. Only close friends know the way there; here, eternal
silence reigns. A magnificent scent for a magnificent novel.
also one of my favorite books. That's why I was very happy when I unexpectedly
received a sample of Bulgakov from JonasP1, thank you very much for that.
Master and Margarita is a very complexly structured novel that plays on three
levels, which are internally connected but also exist independently of each other. The language, the narrative style, and the atmosphere
are different on all three levels of the novel. The fundamental chord that
holds everything together is human emotions. The Master and his companion
are united by love, Pontius Pilate struggles with fear, and the Moscow
society of the 1930s is consumed by envy and greed. This complex structure of the novel is reflected in the development of the scent by
Teone Reinthal. The list of fragrance notes seems too extensive and
confusing. However, the scent proves to be well thought out and
composed. At the beginning, one notices slightly bitter and dark notes of anise and
cistus, to which castoreum immediately joins. Normally, Teone
Reinthal uses purely natural fragrance notes, but here she makes an exception and does so
with great confidence. Castoreum is an animalic note. It seems to me that in
Parfumo the term 'animalic' is rather negatively connoted. I use it
here intentionally for something attractive, loving, deep. Next comes a
heart note, no, a whole heart level. Rose and jasmine, both deep, dark, and
mysterious, likely due to the oud. Lavender comes by and joins
anise, both share a close friendship. This level feels like a feast,
opulent, decadent, and lavish. Something like 'The City of the Plague'
by J. Wilson. One dances on the volcano, loses oneself in various
variations of oud, ruins one's health with smoking, and marks foreign territories
with musk. All of this feels absolutely intoxicating. Slowly, the
candelabras fade, and we reach the third level. One goes with the Master and
Margarita to a small house made of sandalwood, tired at the end of a long journey
and without wishes. Only close friends know the way there; here, eternal
silence reigns. A magnificent scent for a magnificent novel.
Updated on 03/17/2025
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