A perfume is a mixture. It exists between words and materials, trying to explain, just a little, the "why" of the perfume.

During summer a few years ago, while walking on the Ramblas in Barcelona, I listened to a song by Rare Bird, an English prog rock band from the 1970's. The song was called Sympathy, and the chorus went like this: "and sympathy is what you need my friend / cause there's not enough love to go 'round". And there, suddenly, something buried in my psychology from deep in my past, emerged, adding to the refrain a stronger word than sympathy. The word planted its black flag of melancholy in the heart of my mind, and issued forth a word more correct more vast, more true, more useful, having been forged in the experience of life. FRUSTRATION. And then to sing again in my head the refrain: "and frustration is what you need my friend..."

Frustration is a perfume to awaken the strong child in the fragile adult, or the fragile child in the too-strong adult. It's a perfume for a regressive journey into the psychology of your past, through the dominion of vanilla, rum and vetiver.

Notes: cumin HE, cinnamon HE, pure rhum Jungle EssenceTM, pure vanilla Jungle EssenceTM, vanilla absolute, ciste absolute, chestnut wood accord, bourbon vetiver HE, vinyl guaiacol (MANE Biotech)