フラストレーション｜不満足

弱い大人の中の強い子供、あるいは強すぎる大人の中の弱い子供を目覚めさせるための香水。バニラ、ラム、ベチバーの支配に対抗する旅のための香水。満足は人を殺すが、不満足は人を生かす。失われた情熱を取り戻せ。

トップ｜クミン（EO）、シナモン（EO）、ピュアラムジャングルエッセンス™️
ボディ｜ピュアバニラジャングルエッセンス™️、バニラ（Abs）、ラブダナム（Abs）
ベース｜チェスナッツウッドアコード、バーボンベチバー（EO）、ビニルグアイアコール（MANE社／バイオテクノロジー）

パフューマー｜マティルデ・ビジャウイ

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FRUSTRATION

NOTE｜ Top notes｜ Cumin HE, Cinnamon HE, Pure Rhum Jungle Essence™
Heart notes｜ Pure Vanilla Jungle Essence™, Vanilla Absolute, Ciste Absolute
Base notes｜ Chestnut Wood Accord, Bourbon Vetiver HE, Vinyl Gaiacol – MANE Biotech

Perfumer｜Mathilde Bijaoui

Spicy, Woody
And Frustration is what we need my friend.
By the Vanilla I remain.

A perfume is a mixture. A mixture like miscellanea that clash between words and materials to explain just a little, without explaining too much, the why of a perfume. Frustration.

During a summer a few years ago, while walking on the Ramblas in Barcelona, I listened to a song by Rare Bird, an English band of progressive rock from the 70s. The song was called Sympathy, and the chorus was "and sympathy is what you need my friend, and sympathy is what you need my friend cause there's not enough love to go ‘round, No, there's not enough love to go ‘round...". And there, suddenly, with the richness of a whole psychoanalytical past (according to Lacan), this same past which sometimes foists my strength on others or sometimes my great weakness on myself, there emerged from the refrain a word stronger than sympathy. It planted its black flag of melancholy in the heart of my mind, and issued forth a word more correct, more vast, more true, more sincere, more useful since forged in the experience of life: FRUSTRATION. And then to sing again in my head the substituted refrain "...And frustration is what you need my friend, and frustration is what you need my friend."

Frustration, the eldest daughter of renunciation and the sister of perfume, since perfume proceeds like frustration in the game of love.

It gives by taking up, a fullness never satisfied, an enjoyment started but never achieved, an infinite movement of desire without completion, without apotheosis, an instillation that excites, seduces, lulls, dominates and annoys like a Bolero by Ravel. Frustration.

So take a vanilla bean, a garden rose with swollen red petals, some old rum exploding with amber woods, a bourbon vetiver, bring each of these materials to your senses. Frustration.

Breathe, taste the circulation of the unheard of beans, delectable fermentation but never enough, where one asks for more, all nostrils out, ... "More, more, let us take your redness deeper, and become this animal with the dull mind of the child who wants to enjoy and devour even more this chestnut wood, this cinnamon or this vetiver until bursting, and then to bathe satiated in the poetry of the smell." Frustration.

This is the love game of perfume, this is the game of love according to Musset, Shakespeare or Racine. And it is so much the better because satisfaction kills whereas desire makes you live by creating movement through the ever renewed distance, so as to never consume like a homicidal ogre. Frustration.

Happy are the consumers of desire, unhappy the consumers of enjoyment.

Frustration, a perfume to awaken the strong child in the fragile adult or the fragile child in the too-strong adult, a perfume for a regressive journey to the dominion of vanilla, rum and vetiver.

An extraordinary State of Orange that you have to reach in order to live passionately between the child and the adult with the memory of what’s missing.

Ingredients｜Alcohol Denat., Parfum (Fragrance), Aqua (Water), Coumarin, Benzyl Salicylate, Limonene, Linalool, Benzyl Alcohol, Isoeugenol, Cinnamal, Citral.