J’ose Eisenberg

In J'ose Eisenberg has static electricity, dense air of the city, the ubiquitous patchouli with musk perfume loops and others in the depth of body heat.
Water to a lesser extent, but the spirits J'ose remind me of those days when everything just did that ran out on dates. The air sparks from stress, tears flowed, intrigue trailed. The young ladies were lending each other jackets, but the spirits were not podruzhkiny not my mother. His. Brazen and spicy and dirty sweaty with a distinct note.

Then I thought, and when he found 10 years ago at Yohji Yohji Yamamoto, immediately recognized. It certainly was, or he or his numerous clones of unknown origin.

J'ose repeats not the letter, but the spirit, mood, recklessness is as easily swore and cut straight from the shoulder. He, too spicy, stubborn, keeps the clock as if created for people who are not going to wash and sleep.
I'm such a rhythm is exhausting, so now we J'ose exist in parallel. But if I shall be going to "light" as soon as I know where to find it.
J'ose Eisenberg 2010
Wormwood, lemon, mint, lavender, coffee, musk, patchouli, cedar, amber, hay.