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Transatlantic flight & lemon ice in road dust
Imaginary Authors I found most exciting since I first heard about them. Similar to zoologists, they follow a unique concept: for each perfume there is a matching short story, the packaging is based on a book. All quite nicely presented, even though the bottles themselves are nothing special. The fragrances I have been able to test so far have always been highly unique and special, even for the niche. But they were not portable.
This one does. Telegrama smells just as unique as it arouses interest, with many nuances of scent that can range from unpleasant to repulsive.
It creates a wealth of association in me like a perfume hasn't for a long time. Actually, it's exactly what I expect from a perfume: first and foremost, it should create emotions and images, and sometimes they fit the story:
"An Argentinean couple, both under 20, are separated against their will. Their only way to keep in touch is to send each other messages. Even this can only be done in a roundabout way and for a long time, fate puts a lot of obstacles in the way of the young couple. On a transatlantic flight the two meet again, but as much as they have longed for it, this reunion could now have global consequences"
At first I do not think of a romantic love affair, there is nothing erotic about the scent. However, the citric here is as powder-dry as the dust that a car whirls up on a gravel road at the height of summer. If one walks along such a road, the taste of this dust hangs in the air. "Telegrama" has a similar note, with a scoop of lemon ice cream slapping into it. The melting gutter flows through the dust. For me, it's like Argentina. The whole thing is amazingly bitter, rather plastic bitter without being biting.
This is mixed with vanillin-flavoured liquorice, which makes one think of the beginning of the 20th century,
In between, pictures appear in my head, from a lumberjack in a wax jacket chasing his smoking chainsaw through the driest fire-prone forests, to red-hot magnesium suffocated in white flower cream.
I would classify the scent somewhere in a citric-metallic smoky direction. Very dry, but not powdery, rather dusty.
I find the sillage and durability much stronger than rated here.
I can't imagine that smell on a woman.
I would not assign it to a specific season, I think that it can have its moments in all of them. Maybe not necessarily in the middle of summer.