The Top Goes Down

''This project is my garden. I have planted, fertilized, cultivated, and harvested. Orto Parisi states that our body is experienced like a garden, and its smells are a true mirror of our soul.'' -The Nose, Alessandro Gualtieri. Bergamask is an intriguing blend of fresh bergamot and sensual musk. The ultimate top note, bergamot is as popular inside of Italy as it is abroad. In scent it emancipates, providing a composition with juicy, ebullient energy even as it's just begun. In the clever hands of Orto Parisi, bergamot's good girl status is flattened and recreated, allowing for this peppy fruit to age into a delightfully insincere and more insouciant element. No longer the happy leader of the soprano section, bergamot accepts and dominates the chorus of this scent with - high pitched phlegmy wail and a one-note backup band of musk. On skin, the sparkling, sweet, brilliant zesty aspects of this fruit evolve: the shimmer effect turns into a dense, opaque translucency as if bergamot's glitter has melted into thick plastic. It's sweetness grows so ripe it borders on rotten, but in this advanced state, bergamot is even more inviting, a sensual invitation that makes us think of saying, ?You're so sweet, you give me a toothache!?, through a sexy stare: the light-infused spice of bergamot's zest grows into a dim, dark shadow, like the angles that escape a general wash (behind-the-ears, inverted belly buttons, etc?). With musk, bergamot blends a new sound for itself, mimicking the sebum-slicked grimy visage of punk. A bad-ass bergamot that's longer lasting than any ?citrus' you've ever encountered Bergamask doesn't give a damn about its reputation, and infuses us with that same sense of liberation.