The arena was flooded with sun and the clamour of the crowd rose
fromthe tiers like an offering.Wherewerewe? In Sevilla? In Puerto
SantaMaria ?Definitely somewhere in Andalusia, where the stature and
pride of men are compelling. On this particular Sunday of themonth of
May, the combat to be delivered did not have the aimof putting a bull to
death. The intention was a sensuous ritual act: to confront animal-like
notes with the influential power of a flower, one of the most odorant
in the vegetal world, the tuberose. Wood, musk and costus, in daring,
unreasonably abundant proportions, would once and for all bite the dust
in this arena dedicated solely to the glory of men. In this openly
sexual confrontation – me the woman, you the man-, one of the most
blasphemous of men’s perfumery, the purity of the tuberose is falsely
innocent so that in appearance only, thesemacho reputed notes seem to be
the only ones to be victorious. But smelling it tells a completely
different story… the nose instinctively knows who the victor is: signed
the Virgin and the Torero.
Composition: Bergamot, nutmeg, pepper, cardamom, ylang ylang, tuberose, leather, animalis, costus, patchouli, vetyver…