Anarchist A_ – Extrait de Parfum – Sample

The promise of freedom, the hope for fulfillment, the hollow words of salvation. Colorful bills ruling the world – shaped by laughing men in suits, their faces flushed from tight ties and noses dusted white with snow. Like hyenas, they gather around screens, shrieking at red-green charts. In their briefcases: dreams – traded at the price of your soul. Dust-covered pages full of stories pass judgment on the world, preaching eternal life. One hand blesses, the other condemns. Do good, do not sin – a sermon from the mouth of a hypocrite, cloaked in flowing robes and sanctimonious adornment. But who bears the blame, as long as we keep believing them?

A future of white collars and crimson robes looks bleak. It smells of heavy whiskey and dirty cash, of green resin, candle wax, and dusty confessionals. A bit woody, somewhat aromatic, and warm with spice.