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• Scentifolia

  February 25, 2021

  

  A perfume with an indecisive name, sitting on the blurry border between chypre and oriental. It’s glamorous yet quiet, complex and elusive—full of things to say but preferring to stay silent. It opens green and earthy, revealing a floral heart of narcissus and dusty, powdery lilies, like stems freshly pulled from the ground, dripping with soil and moss. Over time, it shifts toward an oriental vibe, reminiscent of Shalimar but with more woods and narcissus trapped in amber and orris webs. It has that cold, taciturn personality that reminds me of the Anglo aristocrat from Downtown Abbey, sipping champagne and playing cricket in the Claridges foyer, while his real life unfolds in the countryside: worn clothes, scuffed Wellington boots, walking dogs, brushing horse manes, browsing auction catalogs, and deciding which spider silks to keep. There’s a bitter, oily accord with aged woods—an aroma that evokes Tintin books, Wooster and Jeeves, the adventurous and exotic fetish of the 1930s: breaking records in sky and land, vintage engines, patent leather shoe cream, earth and crinoline, moldy mansions for termites and moths, vast libraries with woodworm-eaten corners, dusty leather-bound covers, and yellow narcissus lining arched windows. It smells intentionally undefined, a personality that marks you through its absence, meeting a gaze that always slips away, and the irony of the golden age of flight searching for new horizons that don’t exist. A true beauty.