Merteuil

a banquet of long-forgotten culinary delights,
a ghost dance and the ether of an era in technicolor and oil,


the song of great old paintings, whose varnish never dried, still sings the shine and breath of their history and lets a zeitgeist resonate, to which one, although it seems hardly audible, would want to weep so many tears -

a dirty purplish blackcurrant leaf-gloved talcum/leather/skin whip and side swipe at all the cyber-fresh scents that the world has to endure nowadays and which in 2017 represents a wonderful men's fragrance (which makes some dreary niche waters pale in comparison)!

p.s.:
on cold and damp days, like now in November, I also perceive a nutty-creamy note alongside the leather, which is simply the best I have ever smelled

this is a pseudo vetiver iso-e-super super-gau! in my ongoing search for a flattering skin-like leather perfume that should offer me an alternative to, for example, eau d'hermes or bal a versailles, this megalomaniac scent molecular chemical sauce is still sticking to my nasal membranes hours later, even though I only briefly sniffed a spray from a paper strip -
more impregnation spray than leather, this is the perfect scent for the generation that only perceives what comes at them with a sledgehammer, staring at their smartphones, shooting online into the cyber-orbit, sliding their tofu-strengthened fingers back and forth, and whose sense of smell, just like their tactile perception, is so atrophied that they can only smell what glue-like makes them forget what the world once had to offer in actual and real experienceable sensuality in the real space of here and now
p.s.
it resembles infusion de vetiver in its intrusiveness: a 90s prada nylon suit and if juniper-leather then please hermes' rocabar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!