Mortal Skin de Stéphane Humbert Lucas 777 Série Descortinando o Ateliê de Stéphane; 2º decifrando o código 777
Inspirado pela graça mortal da víbora tão exquisitamente representada na garrafa, a Pele Mortal é uma meditação sobre o perigo, a paixão e a obsessão hipnótica que se encaixa na perfumaria oriental e ocidental, como só o Stephane Humbert Lucas pode fazer. A Pele Mortal se abre com um mistério tentador, como um acorde de refrigeração e tinta de outro mundo que satisfaz a mola preta e pegajosa e a resina resinosa, ao mesmo tempo cativante e ameaçadora, familiar e estranha. No coração, a cobra volta para atacar, o quente opoponax e a mirra lavando sobre nós ao longo de aromáticos e lindos florais e mechas de especiarias jorrando seu veneno, hipnotizando em seu balanço. E uma vez que percebemos o poder contido dentro, a base resinosa de labdanum, styrax e bétula, é muito tarde para escapar - Mortal Skin me tem completamente impressionado. Sedutor, esta é uma fragrância que você não pode perder.
O perfume, lânguido e colorido, hipnotiza-me,
Estou de olho em dois olhos que me desejam.
Frescura frondosa, frutas, magia do encontro,
A sedução começa.
O perfume aumenta e me paralisa,
As presas pulam, querendo afundar em mim.
O calor latejante misturado com frio azul, acho que sou mordido.
Sândalo, tequila, intoxicação.
Bestialidade, brutalidade, jornada,
O perfume cheira a cinza quente.
A vida se desliza.
Agora sabe que tudo é lindo.
Elegância. Cativeiro. Estou me Deixando ir.
Obra prima de
Stéphane Humbert Lucas
Inspired by the mortal grace of the viper so exquisitely represented in the bottle, the Deadly Skin is a meditation on the danger, the passion and the hypnotic obsession that fits into the oriental and western perfumery, as only Stephane Humbert Lucas can do. The Deadly Skin opens with a tempting mystery, like a chilling chord and otherworldly ink that satisfies the sticky black spring and the resinous resin, at once captivating and threatening, familiar and strange. In the heart, the snake comes back to attack, the hot opoponax and myrrh washing over us along aromatic and beautiful florals and strands of spices spouting its venom, hypnotizing in its swing. And once we realize the power contained within, the resinous base of labdanum, styrax and birch, is too late to escape - Mortal Skin has me completely impressed. Seductive, this is a fragrance that you can not miss.
The perfume, languid and colorful, hypnotizes me,
I'm keeping an eye on two eyes that want me.
Leafy freshness, fruits, meeting magic,
The perfume increases and paralyzes me,
The fangs jump, wanting to sink into me.
Throbbing heat mixed with cold blue, I think I'm bitten.
Sandalwood, tequila, intoxication.
Bestiality, brutality, journey,
The perfume smells like hot ash.
Now you know that everything is beautiful.
Elegance. Captivity. I'm letting go.
The Deadly Skin opens on my skin with a dark, warm and temperate sweetness that is laced with incense and myrrh, lightly sprinkled with irises and green herbs and then wrapped in a strong cloud of fresh, silvery cleansing. The latter is not easy to describe because it is not precisely clean, aqueous, ozone, metallic or with clean soap per se. And yet, that suggests all these things. For the most part, however, it smells more ozone than anything that resembles the actual "ink", and evokes thoughts of crisp cotton clothes that have been cleaned recently cleaned, though not a synthetic or strongly synthetic vibration.
In a few minutes, Mortal Skin begins to change, as the herbaceous green doubles and then triples in strength. It also smells clean, but it is mostly like dry and sweet herbs instead of typical galbanum. The latter is not one of my favorite notes because it is often so green, bitter and poignant as the tilt of black in visuals and corpulent in low tones. That is not the case here. The scent is more like rosemary, dried anise and dried sweet grasses, with soft tones that remind me of sagebrush, angelica and, occasionally, dry thyme. At the same time, it looks unexpectedly clean (thanks to the ozone side of the "paint") and pretty cool. I suspect the iris has something to do with the last part. On my skin, the iris on the Deadly Skin is vaguely, hazy and floral, occasionally as sweet sweetness, but is never wrinkled, earthy, musty or cosmetic. It's a very subtle note, and again, the best way to explain it in the initial phase is how "light weight."
While herbaceous green and icy and ozone cleansing are the strongest threads in the opening, there are other elements that follow far behind. A quiet, semi-sweet incense opens its way along the top notes, smelling more of myrrh and opoponax with a hint of walnut, rather than the purely liturgical myrrh with its soapy, moldy, dusty or woody hues. Everything is impregnated with a dark and golden cloud that is ambered in sensation and in the impression rather than smelling the real, clear, explicit or ambergris labdanum. The spices are generously plastered on top, again more abstract than the clearly delineated layers. Something about the two things together emits a vibe of pachouli and spicy amber to me instead of floating distinct layers of saffron and cardamom. One of the reasons why it may be because the Mortal Skin is extremely well blended, so several of its parts are subsumed inside a bouquet that is something a spicy, herbaceous, green, warm, cool, sweet, and smooth wood blur.
Stéphane Humbert Lucas