Now I won't tell you a long story about how I found the scent. Was a blind buy after reading Meggi's commentary. "Monodend," it said. Somehow I realized I had to have the scent. I'm not just into scents. I also think the whole drum drum is great: the bottles, the colours, the packaging. I don't want Chichi. It's the coherent whole that appeals to me. The bottle on the photo immediately appealed to me in its minimalist way. It also fits "Monodend".
Tanoke" was already a party for me to unpack. Not a simple cardboard box, but a slipcase, like a valuable book. In the slipcase, embedded in a thick foam block, lay the bottle. Oh, great. The imprint on the slipcase, the imprint on the bottle, the small raven, the bottle itself, everything is so harmonious, thoughtful, concentrated. Great.
That was the most expensive fragrance I ever bought. If a fragrance can be worth so much, I asked myself and fed the hedgehog in my pocket. Can a fragrance be so special that I spend so much money just trying it out? My first niche scent. A brand I had never heard of before.
And then I tried the scent. A sprayer "Tanoke" through the air on my arm. At this moment, all the great fragrances I've known until now have lost their shine at least for this one moment. The last building block fell into place, now everything made even more sense. The name, the raven, the color. In my head played a lost melody from "Vertigo" and I was in the scene where the wonderful Kim Novak and James Stewart were walking in the empty Sequoienwald between the tree columns. That's how it smelled there. Old incense, the air is a little cool. And something blooms that blends in fruitfully. The forest rises, so old, so vast. Whole ages have wandered over him and he has always remained the same, has slowly spread only over centuries. And Tanoke is the oldest of them all, four thousand years old. Sometimes during thunderstorms near the coast, lightning strikes the tall trees. Burning branches fall to the ground. A small forest fire develops. The trees themselves are hardly affected by the flames. But in the blazing heat of the fire, which is often still fanned by the wind from the ocean, cones and needles dropped on the ground burn. The fire then goes out and in the next few years new needles will be accumulated layer by layer. Thus, even years after the fire, the scent of incense is preserved in the cool air under the tall trees.
Tanoke, the oldest of the sequoias, cannot be measured by human standards. The biggest, the heaviest creature on this planet, and the oldest. He already stretched his needles into the sky, there have been no gods yet. Tanoke is archaic.
"Tanoke" is a masterpiece and a milestone. "Tanoke" is the oldest living forest scent.
To get an impression of the very special atmosphere that I associate with "Tanoke", I recommend a milestone in the film music of Bernard Herrmann: www.youtube.com/watch?v=Spx0NthRoVc
If you don't want to smell, at least hear!
I thank Meggi for his comment.