Battistoni
A unique visual signature based on accords, character, and seasonality
Bergamot's brightness fractures immediately against something funereal—that rotting flower note delivering a floral-meets-decay impression that's genuinely unsettling, almost medicinal. It reads less as fragrance and more as olfactory provocation, catching people off-guard.
The decay recedes as frankincense smoke rises, softened by iris's powdered elegance, and suddenly the composition achieves equilibrium. Tobacco and leather emerge with surprising warmth, whilst plonktar grounds everything in woody earth. The spiced sweetness builds—candied and slightly smoky—creating unexpected comfort within the composition's austere framework.
Patchouli, tobacco, and moss establish permanent residence as vanilla's sweetness becomes almost creamy. The fragrance shrinks substantially, becoming a skin scent that whispers rather than broadcasts—but what remains is remarkably coherent, held together by leather and base amber, tender and slightly masculine despite its unisex positioning.
Classico Battistoni announces itself with the kind of frank peculiarity that separates the adventurous from the cautious. That rotting flower note in the top sits alongside bergamot like decay kissing citrus—it's simultaneously repellent and magnetic, suggesting petals three days past their peak, oxidised and funky. This isn't a cheerful fragrance; it's one that assumes you've read Baudelaire and found him optimistic.
The heart reveals Ménardo's structural intelligence. Frankincense provides ecclesiastical gravitas whilst iris contributes a powdery, almost spectral refinement—that classic combination of sacred smoke and iris root creating something faintly melancholic. The mysterious plonktar (likely a registered name for an undisclosed woody material) tethers everything to earth, preventing the composition from drifting into pure abstraction.
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