Etat Libre d'Orange Frustration Eau De Parfum 100 ml

A perfume is a blend. A blend like a miscellany that clashes between words and materials to explain just a little, without explaining too much, the reason for a scent. Frustration.

One summer a few years ago, while walking down Las Ramblas in Barcelona, I heard a song by Rare Bird, an English progressive rock band from the 1970s. The song was called "Sympathy," and the chorus was "and sympathy is what you need, my friend, and sympathy is what you need, my friend, because there's not enough love to go around, No, there's not enough love to go around..." And there, suddenly, with the richness of an entire psychoanalytic past (according to Lacan), this same past that sometimes attributes my strength to others or sometimes my great weakness to myself, a word stronger than sympathy emerged from the chorus. It planted its black flag of melancholy in the heart of my mind, and brought forth a more correct, broader, truer, more sincere, more useful word because it was forged in the experience of life: FRUSTRATION. And then sing the replaced chorus again in my head, "...And frustration is what you need, my friend, and frustration is what you need, my friend."

Frustration, the eldest daughter of renunciation and the sister of perfume, since perfume proceeds like frustration in the game of love.

It gives by taking, a fullness that is never satiated, a pleasure begun but never achieved, an infinite movement of desire without fulfillment, without apotheosis, an instillation that excites, seduces, lulls, dominates, and annoys like a Ravel Bolero. Frustration.

So take a vanilla pod, a garden rose with puffy red petals, some old rum bursting with amber woods, a bourbon vetiver, and bring each of these materials to your senses. Frustration.

Breathe, savor the circulation of unheard-of beans, a delicious fermentation but never enough, where you ask for more, with all your nostrils tense, ... "More, more, let us take your blush deeper, and become this animal with the dull mind of a child who wants to enjoy and devour even more of this chestnut wood, this cinnamon or this vetiver until it bursts, and then immerse itself sated in the poetry of the smell." Frustration.

This is the love game of perfume, this is the love game according to Musset, Shakespeare, or Racine. And it's all the better because satisfaction kills, while desire keeps you alive, creating movement through ever-renewed distance, never to consume like a murderous ogre. Frustration.

Happy are the consumers of desire, unhappy are the consumers of enjoyment.

Frustration, a perfume to awaken the strong child in the fragile adult or the fragile child in the overly strong adult, a perfume for a regressive journey towards the dominion of vanilla, rum and vetiver.

An extraordinary Orange State that must be reached to live passionately between the child and the adult with the memory of what is missing.

Spicy, Woody
OLFACTORY NOTES
Top Notes: Cumin HE, Cinnamon HE, Pure Rhum Jungle Essence™
Heart Notes: Pure Vanilla Jungle Essence™, Vanilla Absolute, Cistus Absolute
Base Notes: Chestnut Wood Accord, Bourbon Vetiver HE, Vinyl Gaiacol – MANE Biotech