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Did you succeed involuntarily?
The eutopia scents should reflect stations of a long journey. The design and accompanying music of No. 6 (the others I do not know) suggest the idea that it is not the banal depiction of olfactory local color that is the goal, but that it should be about more profound things.
This fragrance, for example, is intended to oscillate between the glamorous modern life and the "traditional spirit" in Russia. Well, does "traditional spirit" mean something like "soul of the people"? That would result in a probably unmanageable gap, because I do not believe that the existence of the Russian Großkotze 3.0 still has any point of reference to the soul of the people from which it could oscillate. Where is there such a connection at all - except with a "people" like that of Monaco?
In addition to these general considerations, my frown also has a personal reason. Perhaps as a teenager on a trip to Russia I experienced an inkling of the soul of the people: a trace of exuberance in the cordiality, paired with perhaps even that proverbial, quiet melancholy, which - I think - by no means only offers a pretext for drinking.
What I found most amazing at the time was an unquestionably quite subjective, diffuse feeling that the Russians had come emotionally closer to me in the few days of my accommodation than my Australian host family had in two months of student exchange a few years earlier. And this despite enormous communication difficulties. The two spoke no German, no English; I only knew a handful of Russian vocabulary and could read the printed text. We have talked to each other via a pocket encyclopedia in individually looked up words.
Nothing connects these people with what I have in mind today as a kind of "it life" in luxury metropolitan enclaves. On Otto Dix's triptych 'Großstadt' the Lebedame at least gives the handicapped beggar a contemptuous look. I suspect today's hautevolee in Russia does not even do that.
Thus, in 'No. 6', I get the feeling that the only thing I want to "oscillate" is what is supposed to be connected. This would be a marketing approach to the toilet that forces an inhomogeneous scent - and suddenly my disturbance feeling is much more clearly outlined than was imaginable at the beginning of my approach via advertising (originally only intended to be an "entry"). Pointedly and more simply formulated: What and where do you want to go?
I first smell a hint of blood-red, latently bulging rose on creamy-sweet smoke. Soon burnt wood with a thin coating of fruit and sugar is added. A creamy impact in the late morning remains a hint and will be punctured continuously anyway. No longer alone from the Kokeligen; towards noon a garden-like sting develops besides. Rosengeranium? What might be behind the announcement "geranium"? The botanical name of the stork beak would also be an option and it is undoubtedly good for such an engraving. The next puzzle gives up a spicy note. I wonder if that's Szechuan pepper I have now read that his genus name in English is "Gelbholz".
In the afternoon I try to hold on to the fact that Eutopie No. 6 somehow reminds me of (the better!) Magnetic Blend 8 by Initio in his sweet, balsamic, creamy, smoky appearance, but also that slips away from me, not least because of constantly recurring sensations of artificial fruit sweetening, like a corresponding syrup. Anyway, it has nothing to do with Rose anymore.
In a second attempt, the creamy cream dares to take on a hostile takeover. However, this does not succeed - the Kokel note holds the position and also gets itself an unspent wood as assistance. In addition, it always helps to have a new stab, which I don't really catch in the end. It is directly on the skin downright unpleasant and in my opinion spans an otherwise quite desirable contrast.
Things are connected here that I can't get together for myself. And with the best will in the world, I can't imagine that my feeling of being so to speak dull with the scent is just as desired - that would have been achieved involuntarily. The fact that Eutopie No. 6 is simply nice to smell with a little distance speaks against this. And at the latest for this I, as a Western, consequently sufficiently distant news recipient about Russia, lack any allegory starting point.
I thank Ergoproxy for the sample.