Thursday, June 11, 2015

And the road becomes my bride

Le Mat by Mendittorosa

“There is only one way to learn. It’s through action. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey.” 
Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

Le Mat has a story to tell as interesting as tarot fortune told by a gypsy woman with purple Turk's head knot scarf on her head, too much silver waving on her fingers, and eye maquillage to emphasize her mysterious skills. The story of The Fool and his journey through lifetime since he was a child till the end; and how much I love this kind of fragrances that amuse me with stories like I'm a child! At the start of his trip The Fool is newborn and voluntary. He is ready to welcome whatever confront his path, but he is also unmindful to the cliff edge he is about to face. The Fool is oblivious of the privations he will cross as he roves to learn the lessons of the life.

Le Mat is an olfactory delivery which carries Amelie Bourgeois and Anne-Sophie Behaghel's blood (the duet responsible for many perfumes for Mendittorosa, Room1015Les Liquides Imaginaires and so on). It symbolizes out journey through life, a journey but not full of vicissitudes like the journey The Fool took responsibility for, it's a journey of pleasure and comfort. The fragrance literally donates the feeling; this is the time to say the world could be a better place if women would have taken its control!
Through its journey, just like every path we step on, the beginning is somehow strange and enticing just as the beginning of every fragrance. But this is the very moment you start a trip and you're a bit baffled. The birth of Le Mat is burning petals of rose, dried under sun which promises the chattering rattle sound of cicadas on long singular poplars on the road you pass and by which you remember the fortune teller said a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

“The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”
Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist

Rose; dry like had not been alive someday; and yummy by the embracing touch of nutmeg is the focal point of the story. I call nutmeg the monk of notes. It is young, kind and full of energy yet far from sins and it is divine, gentle and heavenly. Anyway, the rose here is condemned and exiled because of sins she did; sad romantic.

The first layer submerges and effervescent burnt smell of notorious rose calms down. This is the time I have to say I love patchouli. If "tuberose is loose", then patchouli is a nymphomaniac badly addicted to sex and I love her unashamed blatant nudist earthiness that acts like a highly transmittable disease which slightest touch can turn a monastery to a fun house! I like the way it incognito overpowers the entire process and gives it an earthy accent. Patchouli and nutmeg, evil and virtuous angels on shoulders of rose. What an olfactive story!

Le Mat ages, so as the jester, gets older and experienced. Learnt many things and smell of maturity in his amber color eyes approves he has. The burning smell of immortelle like a doom sign iron-branded on chest, bitter and frowned charges the entire performance, although cashmere wood tries to smoothen it and it indeed does. The core of Le Mat is out of this world. It's hard to find a dry down like this which has its own story and is not only a mist of embracing smell of discharged glamorous opening around you.
The dry down is soft, velvety floral and sensual type of woody aura. I feel its woodsy smell bolder than its floral face and geranium is the link between these two heavens. It's soft fresh warm soothing, arty, outdoorsy, and characteristic.
Le Mat has a strong longevity. It apparently stayed more than seven hours each time I applied it. Some perfumes fit fog-enveloping projection that embrace you like sacred ring and Le Mat is of that sort. Beside everything about the smell, I love the bottle and specially the cap which is like a haphazard formation of a piece of remained clay kneaded leisurely after making a flawless sculpture!

Le Mat for its story-telling idea is conceptual olfactory equivalence of Wim Wenders movies. Pick one movie by random; I suggest Paris Texas (1984); a classic European cinema in American style, in which, just exactly like all his movies, traveling is the focal point of concept and characters of the movie grow emotionally during their trips and show responsibleness about the faults and foolishness they have done in their pre-trip past life that means they learn and experience. And in this long road from home to home again the home is not the destination, but the destination is the road on which the trip occurs.

Nastassja Kinski and Harry Dean Stanton in Paris Texas
And I suggest you to listen Ry Cooder's masterpiece on this movie

Carpe Odor!

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