Masque Milano — Times Square
Masque Milano — Times Square
Eau de Parfum
The Opera Collection
Act I — The Experiences Scene IV: Times Square
A lad, a tiny wee dot. In the heart of a Big Apple. August 1993.
New york stinks. It stinks of cheap harsh tobacco and dense exhaust gas.
The traffic jam seems endless. And stinks of hot rubber and stale steam. People are weird. The fashionista lady with the glowing-green stilettos
orders a huge pretzel. And stinks of lurid street-food of any sort. Cinnamon and fries. Mustard and caramel. The cherry of the sex worker’s bloody-red lipstick melts with the strawberry of her chewing-gum. The side alleys are just garbage and urine. But find your way through the crowd of bachellorettes waiting for the male-strip show, and it will be a flooding of tuberose and carnation. I feel like having a walk tonight. Go get my crab cakes and a burger. And breathe the city miasmas while reaching the place.
Oh I love this city. How do I love it. Those guys, after all, were right.
NOTES
violet
hazelnut
rose
osmanthus
tuberose
styrax
guaiac wood
sandalwood
NOSE — Bruno Jovanovic
Italy, 2017
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