Flowers, Leather & Barnyard. Incredible, of course.
It starts brutally. Like a horse paddock that no one has cleaned yet. There is a very strong fecal, animalic note right from the beginning, and then this leather comes in heavily tanned, raw, almost wet leather. Maybe it’s supposed to be a saddle, but for some reason it takes me somewhere else entirely: to a place like Fez in Morocco, where they make and dye leather and leave it drying under the sun. That kind of smell. Thank God, the flowers arrive later. There are white flowers: lily of the valley, definitely, and I even smell a little tuberose — mixed with this very juicy, grassy greenness. But still, it feels as if someone took a bouquet of lily of the valley, added a little tuberose, threw in a bunch of fresh green grass, and then put the whole thing inside a stable. How to wear this, I have no idea. But to smell it? Very cool. Interesting. Unusual. Closer to the base, there is leather, leather, leather, all kinds of leather. And now there is definitely a saddle, but also the actual skin of a horse: slightly damp, slightly sweaty after a gallop. And somehow those little flowers give the whole thing this strange tenderness. I don’t know, it becomes very beautiful on the skin, almost like some vintage perfume with lily of the valley. I imagine a woman in tall riding boots. She’s a rider, obviously. She walks through the stable in those boots and she’s absolutely not afraid of stepping into shit. So you stepped into shit. Who cares? At least you’re in an elite stable. You’re beautiful. You’re statuesque. You’re very rich - literally and figuratively.
