Some perfumes arrive and totally change the air.
Kenzo Pour Homme was such a scent: iconoclastic, groundbreaking, with its olfactory shock of the new. Distorting the air in Rome, where I was living at the time, like a giant, salty, turtle-shaped watermelon: head-turning, inescapable (so many of the young Romani seeming having cottoned onto it all at once at their local profumeria ); so at odds with the classical surroundings that I walked among at night and where I kept on smelling this…..smell.
Drifting, unexpectedly, about the city.
Surfing the midnight air.
People HATED it – my flat-mate referred to it as ‘that….. sea-piss’; my mother loathed it (“What IS that FOUL smell?!!”……..)
It amused me. It intrigued me: I bought a bottle.
Though Aramis New West had been the first scent to introduce the aquatic note of calone three years prior to this perfume’s release, Kenzo was…
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