It seems that some people do not appreciate the irony! Or rather not when it concerns something as serious as their ideology! It seems that there are not words to describe how I'm stupid, vulgar and cowardly to write some reviews! To me it seems absurd to talk about a world of fleeting and imperceptible art (such as perfume) and being in front of grumpy politicians who threaten you! I wonder if they are capable of a few critical the ones that are not capable of self-criticism.
A few months ago it sounded like a mantra "Je suis Charlie". Many have written it to communicate their moral support, others have posted it on social networks to share with their friends, but few have reflected on its real meaning.
Being Charlie does not mean necessarily to share their opinion on the topics covered, to marry their line of thought or to buy their newspaper. It means being ready to get your face when the right to freedom of expression is infringed.
Defend the right of others to disagree with us.
How Wolinskj once told me: "Angelo, I'll never get used."
I also do not I get used to the constant threats of few but ferocious Niche goers! Nor do I get used to the silence of the real artists, those "healthy" and able who jostle for the crumbs that fall from the table of industries!
This is not to write "I like" or "I don’t like", it is a moral point of view just so honest and deep that it can not be left in the hands of an oligarchy of rare intelligence! Then you do not like reading me! Do not read, because I'm not here for you, but to give an option to everyone else: I'm not the opposite of what you are, I am only a different voice from yours!
So I say to you that VEN DET TA is the worst of perfumes.
The last crap that I, Angelo Orazio Pregoni, has ever produced!
A perfume without courage and full of hatred, a scent that was born in the wrong place, the world of luxury!
VEN is a pretentious exercise, anger and resentment trapped in fruity till the bitter fate of the future...Ahahah!
DET is the syllogism of the perfumer as a fool, always me, because the scent is captured by itself as the inevitable destiny.
And then between melons, strawberries and a rebuilt tuberose here it is, TA!
Masterpiece of the useless, as it is useless to talk, as it is useless to understand, as it is useless to censor, as it is useless to revenge, as it is useless to die, as it is useless to die, as it is useless to die!