1773
Boston Tea Party
Eau de Parfum, 50ml
Experience an uncompromising journey through the cool of Boston’s 18th-century harbor district. In this spatial composition, marine, wood and leather notes harmonize with each other, while a distinct tea accord that dominates across all phases.
Chronicle
December, 1773
British East India Company, protected by the Tea Act, holds an informal monopoly to trade precious tea in the North American colonies. This economic precedence creates a tension that mounts with each passing day. For the Boston folk, cargoes in nearby anchored ships are no longer just tea, but rather „seeds of slavery” threatening the most critical value of a rising nation: freedom.
It is Thursday, the night of December 16th, and Boston's city harbour is a freezing place. Against that cold, however, over five thousand attendees - fed up with the unprecedented injustice - decide to give their final warning. Their goal: to send Dartmouth and two other tea ships accompanying it straight back to London. But the chief executive is unyielding, so the message must be loud. Thus, the grandest event in the history of a colonial protest movement sends its spark - soon to turn into flames, spreading across the colonies like wildfire.
Over 100 men, with some dressed as American natives - Sons of Liberty, as they call themselves - board the British tea ship. Without a single act of violence, the loudest „NO!” in early American history pierces sharply through the crisp air. Three hours later, the job is done. Three hundred forty-two wooden crates full of prime tea float in saltwater, becoming a universal symbol of an unstoppable cry for freedom.
Against all odds, the winds of revolution start their journey for good.
Olfactive Interpretation
Wind of revolution:
Let the party begin:
Greetings from Boston:
The narrative places us in the protagonist's shoes on this December evening.
We slip through the crowd through the port district of Boston. The cool, crisp minerality of the Atlantic air and the miasma of an 18th-century trading city mix in our nostrils. Once on board, we feel there is no turning back. Together with our companions, we go down to the hold filled with the smell of old, salt-eaten wood and ship tar. It's finally here - our goal! To make sure, we tear off the lid.
The intense smell of Chinese tea spreads through the cramped oak room. The companions nimbly carry the crates on deck and throw them overboard - directly into the ocean depths. Standing on the deck, we get the impression that the aroma of green-black tea-dry mixes with the sea breeze, creating a sublime background for an act that will make a lasting imprint in the history of mankind.
The fragrance is spacious and cool, at first fresh and penetrating thanks to the sea air, later moving into a tea heart that becomes more and more promiment with time. In the background we have oily, dry combinations of impregnated wood with the tonic sweetness of ambergris. In parallel, we are accompanied throughout by port connotations - the smell of grease, wooden crates, winter smoke, capturing the atmosphere of the Boston skyline shrouded in darkness and cold.
