04/26/2020
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The chamber in the cellar
Red raining smoke flows over the window, the dim window of the chamber in the basement. She is my eyes, now undermined by heavy iridescent liqueur, opaque opium, narcotic mist, only a few minutes, then the Messiah comes
He spins his ripe patchouli threads in the window like fine damp weaves that creep coolly and coolly through the cellar, meandering and dehydrating the poppy liqueur, the walls changing into soapy mosses of now brownish opium and darker earth, as if they had been stored here in the cellar for years, merged into lichen that would flourish. For a few hours, the weaves of Messiah bubble like a spider's web of silky soap, in close waves recurring Joy Division in an endless loop.
Then Messiah's arm wanders through the cellar, horizontal as if from the spirit of an Indian, drying the mosses on the walls, he distributes opium incense sticks in the room as if to gloomy celebration. Now the veils dance translucently through the cellar, become thinner and lighter then, whispering "Love will tear us apart again" through the vaults **
Patchouly Messiah reminds me of the smell of the New Waves of the eighties. Certainly not a great perfumer's art, but it is an authentic combination of ripe, somewhat cellary, dirty, slightly smoky patchouli and initially heavy, moist opium, whose development towards dryness soon gives the fragrance an arm-length mossy-soapy note, before it changes to the lighter, flowery incense-like note after about three hours, which remains perceptible for many more hours.
(With thanks to Yatagan)
Then Messiah's arm wanders through the cellar, horizontal as if from the spirit of an Indian, drying the mosses on the walls, he distributes opium incense sticks in the room as if to gloomy celebration. Now the veils dance translucently through the cellar, become thinner and lighter then, whispering "Love will tear us apart again" through the vaults **
Patchouly Messiah reminds me of the smell of the New Waves of the eighties. Certainly not a great perfumer's art, but it is an authentic combination of ripe, somewhat cellary, dirty, slightly smoky patchouli and initially heavy, moist opium, whose development towards dryness soon gives the fragrance an arm-length mossy-soapy note, before it changes to the lighter, flowery incense-like note after about three hours, which remains perceptible for many more hours.
(With thanks to Yatagan)
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