Masque Milano's Times Square tells the olfactory story of an Italian visitor's ode to the unforgettable scents of New York City.
From Masque Milano:
Act I Scene IV
New York stinks. It stinks of cheap harsh tobacco and dense exhaust gas. The traffic jam seems endless. And stinks of hot rubber and stale steam. People are weird. The fashionista lady with the glowing-green stilettos orders a huge pretzel. And stinks of lurid street-food of any sort. Cinnamon and fries. Mustard and caramel.
The cherry of bloody-red lipstick melts with the strawberry of chewing-gum. The side alleys are just garbage and urine. But find your way through the crowd of bachelorettes waiting for the male-strip show, and it will be a flood of tuberose and carnation. I feel like having a walk tonight. Go get my crab cakes and a burger. And breathe the city miasmas while reaching the place.
Oh I love this city. How do I love it.
Perfumer: Bruno Jovanovic
Notes: hazelnut, lipstick accord, osmanthus, tuberose, sandalwood, guaiacwood, styrax