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"The artist is a
seer, one who goes beyond sensations and appearances, often is not understood by others..."
Charles Baudelaire was certainly an artist: his contempt for society and for
people, his passion for meditation or, perhaps, loneliness, led him to be the character he was: gloomy, austere, often depicted with a book in hand, cigar or pipe in mouth, sitting in a room
with little, very little light.
Imagine to be in that room now, with very little light, he is not there, we are lucky: if he was here he would have probably chased us away in a badly
way, perhaps with a
couple of curses in tow.
We raise our eyes and see nothing, everything is covered by this disturbing darkness. We are looking for something, do not know what.
Here it is, it is a black leather armchair, old and worn, but somehow elegant.
We touch it and look for his scent, here it is, we feel it, it is intriguing, engaging and ethereal at the same time. We acknowledge it, it is the one that the writer has described in "Les Fleurs du Mal." We recognize the top notes of juniper berries and black pepper, then the incense and leather and finally the papyrus, patchouli and black amber.
Here it is that "..lazy island to which nature has provided bizarre trees and tasty fruit, men with thin and vigorous limbs, women with the gaze of a miserable
courage..."
Here it is, enclosed in a perfume, the picture told in that masterpiece of literature.
That's the genius of Ben Gorham that with Baudelaire crown the success of Byredo."
Composition: juniper berries, black pepper, caraway, frankincense, hyacinth, leather, papyrus, patchouli, amber black.
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