Anarchist A-

The description of the perfume today I remembered hypocrisy. They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams. They sell anything if we are willing to buy it. If it is hard to know who they are, it may be because of us... All we wanted was everything. Promises of white-collar people that children must follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it for each tomorrow. And I wait in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping to get answers for a different age. And society continues to die. And we have killed it. How do we console ourselves, killers of all killers? Ingredients Perfume opening: credit cards, snow, whiskey; Heart of the perfume: money, candle wax, ink; Base of the perfume: priest's clothes, plastic bag, holy water, sacred green frankincense, and rare woods. Nose of the perfume: David-Lev Jipa-Slivinschi Country: Rome