Top Notes 
Angelica seed
Thyme
Cyclamen
Lavender
Heart Notes 
Ink
Coffee
Amyris
Amber
Base Notes 
Leather
Labdanum
Papyrus
Myrrh
Vetiver
Opoponax
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Your Father
Your father completely fulfilled many of the clichés associated with a shipping captain. When you introduced me to your parents over 20 years ago, we sat in the garden, at the edge of the thatched-roof house, framed by ancient beeches and oaks. He was taciturn, his gaze more grim than inviting, more of a silent observer than an extroverted entertainer. He radiated authority, and he knew how to conceal his worldliness and understanding of people.
He could hardly see me anymore. An eye disease that gradually led to complete blindness had recently forced him to give up his captaincy before a doctor would do so with a certificate. Responsibility was something he understood more than to bear, as someone who navigated tens of thousands of gross tonnage of goods across all the world's oceans. But it was not his way to boast about old sailor stories, nor to lament his fate. An upright, a quiet, and honorable man, your father.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 reminds me of him. The furniture from his old captain's room was in the basement, the guest room. Heavy tropical hardwood furniture, various wood-carved artworks from all over the world, shipping utensils, snake skins, and huge turtle shells. Souvenirs from a bygone era when customs still allowed such things, when import regulations fit on a beer coaster. On the shelf, his old leather-bound diaries, weathered by time, filled with countless entries of life, of your father's life.
Whenever a fragrance makes it difficult for me to recognize or isolate its notes, I know that I have a masterpiece before me. I like to compare this to a classical orchestra when the instruments are tuned before the concert. You perceive the individual instruments, but it is certainly not a pleasure to listen to. Only when the conductor leads the instruments through the composition does it become a symphony. Only the interplay creates harmony, and the instruments merge with one another. It is hardly possible to distinguish a violin from a viola. A total work of art emerges, whose individual protagonists are indispensable for the whole.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 opens with a delicate leathery and slightly resinous scent impression. Right from the start, the fragrance pyramid wants to mislead me, to feign a progression that does or does not exist in this order. The leathery impression is very subtle and by no means as blatant as Tom Ford celebrates in his famous leather scent. Rather, it evokes the aroma of an old wallet, which still contains leathery nuances but has been enriched by the full life of its owner, much like your father's old diaries. Did he place cyclamen between the pages of the book? Did he preserve herbs for eternity? The leather is aromatic but only a hint, a notion of what nature and the past have to offer.
No one would claim, "Hey, great perfume you're wearing, it smells like ink." But one can indeed extract that familiar scent of ink from your father's handwritten diaries. L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 shakes the bars to the gates of hidden childhood memories. A familiar, a comforting scent that connects my school memories with your father. Security, safety.
The pages of the diaries smell of papyrus, dried by the salty air of the seas, enriched by the woody notes of the heavy woods of the captain's room, from whose pores the resins exude in a steady stream of memories.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 is a mystical fragrance, subtle in its radiance, self-contained yet so familiar. Radiating warmth, like your father's eyes, from which the light was taken, yet still able to give one the feeling of being at home, belonging, and being embraced in his heart.
He could hardly see me anymore. An eye disease that gradually led to complete blindness had recently forced him to give up his captaincy before a doctor would do so with a certificate. Responsibility was something he understood more than to bear, as someone who navigated tens of thousands of gross tonnage of goods across all the world's oceans. But it was not his way to boast about old sailor stories, nor to lament his fate. An upright, a quiet, and honorable man, your father.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 reminds me of him. The furniture from his old captain's room was in the basement, the guest room. Heavy tropical hardwood furniture, various wood-carved artworks from all over the world, shipping utensils, snake skins, and huge turtle shells. Souvenirs from a bygone era when customs still allowed such things, when import regulations fit on a beer coaster. On the shelf, his old leather-bound diaries, weathered by time, filled with countless entries of life, of your father's life.
Whenever a fragrance makes it difficult for me to recognize or isolate its notes, I know that I have a masterpiece before me. I like to compare this to a classical orchestra when the instruments are tuned before the concert. You perceive the individual instruments, but it is certainly not a pleasure to listen to. Only when the conductor leads the instruments through the composition does it become a symphony. Only the interplay creates harmony, and the instruments merge with one another. It is hardly possible to distinguish a violin from a viola. A total work of art emerges, whose individual protagonists are indispensable for the whole.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 opens with a delicate leathery and slightly resinous scent impression. Right from the start, the fragrance pyramid wants to mislead me, to feign a progression that does or does not exist in this order. The leathery impression is very subtle and by no means as blatant as Tom Ford celebrates in his famous leather scent. Rather, it evokes the aroma of an old wallet, which still contains leathery nuances but has been enriched by the full life of its owner, much like your father's old diaries. Did he place cyclamen between the pages of the book? Did he preserve herbs for eternity? The leather is aromatic but only a hint, a notion of what nature and the past have to offer.
No one would claim, "Hey, great perfume you're wearing, it smells like ink." But one can indeed extract that familiar scent of ink from your father's handwritten diaries. L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 shakes the bars to the gates of hidden childhood memories. A familiar, a comforting scent that connects my school memories with your father. Security, safety.
The pages of the diaries smell of papyrus, dried by the salty air of the seas, enriched by the woody notes of the heavy woods of the captain's room, from whose pores the resins exude in a steady stream of memories.
L'Odorat - Étude 1.5 is a mystical fragrance, subtle in its radiance, self-contained yet so familiar. Radiating warmth, like your father's eyes, from which the light was taken, yet still able to give one the feeling of being at home, belonging, and being embraced in his heart.
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