Tellus Liquides Imaginaires 2015

…got lost in the woods. But when it comes to Tellus, there’s really no talk of "getting lost." Rather, a few other things slowly pass by a rather stationary center, and it only has to do with trees at the lower edge.

It opens with an earthy-sweet start, immediately accompanied by a stinky bite. The patchouli note seems to glow quickly. I detect a hint of cinnamon sweetness, perhaps a pinch of cumin, as something sweaty is involved.

Unfortunately, I am not familiar with costus. The unflattering description in the previous comment suggests that this ingredient is responsible for the undeniable mustiness that brushes against the old-fecal or universal-compost-like scent nearby, which complements and supports the patchouli and holds together throughout the day - a kind of center, indeed. So: nose a few centimeters away from the skin.

And then it becomes clear that the unpleasant part is solely due to the consistently uneven-earthy use of the extended patchouli. It simply has nothing approachable about it. But that is certainly intended, as ultimately the scent impression thrives on the contrast between the musty-earthy patchouli (along with its supporter) and the other elements.

In the afternoon, it becomes just a bit more balsamic and sweet. The patchouli with its attachments remains an unappetizing constant. However, if the molecular emission could be measured, perhaps more change would emerge than I actually perceive, so the center is indeed successful. The idea might be a little overextended by evening when not even an increasing musk addition can seriously dampen the stinky part. A particularly bizarre combination.

I will conclude with a comparison to film music: Even those for films I know well (which applies to only a handful of rather older movies), often leave me with a stale feeling when listened to detached from the screen. They are usually sharply distinguishable from "real classics." Of course, they are meant to accompany and never overshadow the images. That doesn’t change the fact that I find them, so to speak, castrated and, for example, do not want to hear them on the radio.

I feel similarly here. Tellus seems conceptually halved to me, like the olfactory accompaniment to a story that I do not know or recognize. It does not inspire me to come up with one. What a shame. And strangely - the ingredients were actually there.

I thank 0815abc for the sample.