parfums clandestins


“If we want things to stay as they are, things will have to change.”
― Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa, The Leopard

Eresia. Heresy.

It has been with me for some time, this bottle of Eresia. I wore it, tested it, and planned to write about it sooner than this: I let the fragrance sink in my skin and listened to its fragrant language. And just as I was getting ready to sit down and write my review, an earthquake shook the cabinet with my collection proudly displayed, and one perfume bottle fell upon the others, broke, and leaked all over the bottom shelf. Eresia was drenched with another perfume, and it took me quite a while to clean the bottle, wash out the remains of perfume lingering in the red tassel threads, and try to rub out any leftover traces with Ethanol.

When I finally succeeded, the bottle looked slightly soiled, patinated, and battered: strange, but this seemed to befit the perfume well…adding it a touch of patina.