“Сor Serpentis the latest in the line. It opens mentholated, camphorous, swampy green, ultrasonic, icy. It's the perfume of The Zone; that imaginary and surreal space of Tarkovsky’s Stalker. And it stays that way, frozen, frostbitten, without any apparent evolution, except for fading from the skin many hours later, leaving behind something like a silvery patina, the smell of extraterrestrial skin: cold, damp, the kind that makes you shiver when you touch it.”
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