A sudden shower cooling the air: the romantic smell of London after a rainsquall when water has washed away frivolity, leaving only a zesty and triumphant breeze with a soft echo of the storm. The strength of bergamot, cardamom and violet is tempered by birch tree and a dusting of patchouli.
Can you imagine a gothic citrus? Well, imagine the contradictions embodied by the perpetual youth of Nureyeev's movements matched with the dark depths of his Slavic soul
Top : cardamom, calabria bergamot
Middle : mate leaves, violet
Base : birch, indonesian patchouli, vetiver