Punk Motel

Neon lights are the only things you can see on this lonely road. Follow this deep, warm scent to make the most of the night, letting it guide you to untold adventures and your wildest dreams. The brightness of bergamot and white rose petals is "dirtied" with salicylates, giving it a slightly salty edge—like the wind that sweeps from the sea and crosses the desert. The base is intensely enveloping, with musk and vanilla rounding out the fragrance, together with the character of ambrette seeds to create the most powerful accord, the perfect symphony—the soundtrack of the life you’ve always dreamed of.

Interpreted by Luca Maffei

HEAD

WHITE ROSE, BERGAMOT

HEART

SALICYLATES

BASE

AMBRETTE, MUSK, VANILLA

Everybody round ‘ere is always asking about Punk Motel. “Don’t ask me, I don’t know nothing,” I always say. I always say it and they always go a-lookin’ for it anyways. An old man like me should just be left in peace. Let me get this straight, I know where it is, I just don’t wanna tell nobody because then it spoils the fun for the rest of us. Everybody think they Punk these days, but boy-oh-boy if you saw Punk when Punk was Punk, you might not wanna be Punk. We were the outcasts of the world, we did not fit in nor did we want to. True rebels, tumbleweeds blowin’ across the desert, lone soldiers. The only thing that did us any good was being different, so different we all found each other, created a movement. Punk Motel is a sort of symphony, a cacophony of sights, sounds and smells that brings back that feelin’. I don’t wanna spoil it, so even if you come round askin’ ‘bout Punk Motel I will tell you, “don’t ask me, I don’t know nothing.” That’s Punk.