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I think it's quite bold to create such an "antidote" and bring it onto the market! Perfumers usually try to make their creations as pleasant as possible. After all, the customer should feel well or spoiled. A fragrance always has some job to do, such as raising the mood, underlining the personality, seducing, floating on cloud 7, making on thick pants, falling into holiday mood, strengthening self-confidence, tempting to meditate and so on. What job has 1740 MdS?
A fragrance named after the (psychological) ancestor of sadism was first intended to represent sexual dominance. Of course not in the conventional, "healthy" way. Rather in a humiliating, contemptuous, frightening, cruel way, without wanting to please his "victim" in the slightest. If you feel disgusted by 1740 MdS, he still lives up to his name. That answers the job question. But does 1740 - Marquis de Sade smell sadistic?
When I sprayed MdS for the first time I was a little surprised. The fragrance has a range.
Have I sprayed myself with a "person" or an entire city? Somehow I felt like I was in a big city. Crowds of people, some with noble perfumes, some unwashed, stray dogs, trees, shrubs, asphalt, bankers, smoking rockers with old leather jackets, a red light environment.... All social classes represented, from the millionaire to the beggar, who by the way seems to have a sandwich in his pocket. But then, after about an hour, I landed in a secluded side street. And now I could finally associate the scent with a single person. Now he finally stood in front of me, in my "Smell - Head Cinema Imagination", the Marquis de Sade.
From a distance he seems threatening somehow. Sadistic? I might. No horror guy P18, honor P12. He doesn't seem artificial or ridiculous at all. MdS is not a joke!
I take after about two hours almost only leather and patchouli was left. The big city seems to be blown away by the wind. MdS now seems almost familiar. But wait, what do I see there? A sandwich that's been bunched up peeps out of his trouser pocket. Did Marquis de Sade steal from the beggar? I almost invited him for a beer. But that's not how it's gonna work out between you and me
Have Gerald Ghislain and Sylvie Jourdet done their homework now? I think so. The dirty, spoiled, repulsive, which demands a fragrance with this name, seems to be marketing itself. But MdS will better not go into my collection. Or do I give the "antidote" another chance?
Good Pentecost to you all wishes Metalfan!