FRAGRANCE REVIEW: KINSKI BY ESCENTRIC MOLECULES- A SCENT FOR THE COMFORTABLY WEIRD

Released: 2011
House: Escentric Molecules
Fragrantica page: http://www.fragrantica.com/perfume/Kinski/Kinski-14192.html



Top Notes: Cannabis, Juniper, Castoreum, Black Currant
Heart Notes: Oceanic notes, Magnolia, Vetiver
Base notes: Animalic notes, Woody notes, Patchouli



I’m a little bit weird. Not because I want/try to be weird, and not because I have a particular chemical imbalance or psychological condition that affects my mental reasoning or social behaviour, because I don’t.

I am weird because I am noticeably different to the people that I grew up with. It’s as simple as that.

I have never felt any desire to join, and this not wanting to join has made me ‘weird’ from the very beginning, whether I realised it or not. I didn’t even have to do anything. Being weird is not about what you do, it’s about what you don’t do, and by doing nothing, I marked myself for life.

And now as a different version of the same person that I always was, and still outside, I’m into scents, and what scent encapsulates outsiderness, difference, separation, better than Kinski? It’s an anti-social scent, but not really, like myself, it’s rough, but really quite sweet. I sampled it in a department store, and was instantly repelled at the awkwardness of the scent.

This isn’t perfume, is it? I thought that perfume was supposed to be soft, charming, alluring, and romantic, not a harsh, dirty, earthy, sweaty, dry, animalic? I can’t wear this, can I? What would people say? And that’s the point. Here’s what they will say.

In my world, they will say nothing, because that is what they always say. So, I douse myself in Kinski, enjoy it, because I like it, I really do, and what people think, it doesn’t matter, because I do not matter to them, so why waste my time in concern for how they will react?

I wear Kinski for myself. I wear it because my individuality is not a circle and the scent helps me to connect with that awkward sense of alone for life individuality that I value more than anything else in the world. It’s little old me, in a bottle, awkward and alone, harsh, yet sweet, and happy to be alone, as looking around me, there’s nothing out there that’s really worth joining, or belonging to, is there?

Kinski is a scent for the comfortably weird, for those that happily refuse to assimilate within one of the little groups of stranger circles. You wear it because it allures you, to yourself. It makes you appreciate yourself.

The world grinds people up, taking them inside, and moulding them into the collective. It’s how the world works, it’s how humanity works, and it’s how we kill ourselves for the greater good of what will never exist. Outside, they walk, back and forth, to their circles of ruinous routine, but you don’t have to pick a side and join the wilfully blinded throng. Let them walk by. They are walking, but they are not going anywhere. Enjoy Kinski, luxuriate within the isolated sense of fiercely independent weirdness, it’s all you need, it’s all that anybody needs.


Longevity: 8/10
Sillage: 8/10
Overall rating: 10/10