Firewater

One of the strangest fragrances I’ve smelled in a long time, and probably quite difficult to describe to anyone who has never tried Georgian food or had a craft tomato gose. Everything is mixed together here: paprika charred over an open fire, sun-dried tomatoes with chilli, sour and spicy Georgian adjika, and some kind of homemade pickles made from a grandmother’s recipe, packed with aromatic herbs. Oh, and nettle or sorrel soup - that salty, green, intensely aromatic smell of early summer at a country house. It also reminds me of homemade infusions with horseradish and paprika, the kind you drink with spicy pickled tomatoes straight from the jar. I honestly have no idea how to wear a perfume like this. For me, it’s almost too naturalistically gastronomic. As if you were the chef at a Georgian restaurant coming home after a long, very busy shift. But as a perfume experience? Wow.

...across the plateau drift the remnants of a nearby decommissioned tannery, in front of which old wooden barrels still stand. From the series '10 years of wandering', occasionally surrendered to sin. A bold fragrance of black tea with tart citrus, served in a wooden cup.

starting slightly fresh, very noticeable black tea and blood orange and ginger, maybe some flowers, then it starts to smell like some campfire near salty water and i suppose even rotten kelps, which could actually be peat