''This project is my garden. I have planted, fertilized, cultivated, and harvested. Orto Parisi states that our body is experienced like a garden, and its smells are a true mirror of our soul.'' -The Nose, Alessandro Gualtieri. Viride is an intense blend of fresh, green herbs and powerful wood, interrupted. Just when you think you've encountered the ultimate fougere for men, Viride takes a turn for the ?worse'--but in the case of Orto Parisi's persuasive practice of inversion, these twists and turns are definitely the better. Initially intensely aromatic, the green power of Viride seems to employ every note from pine to juniper to sage to vetiver to patchouli (and so on, etc?) to achieve this thick, verdant pile; as this list builds, Viride performs the ultimate heresy for a fragrance in the realm of refreshment; it starts to sweeten, then sour and ultimately, through a unique combination of spice and rotting vegetation, produce the intense, intoxicating aroma of body--that smells human, and not squeaky clean. As Viride grows corporeal it employs many facets of its originally refreshing notes; patchouli's ripe fruit sweetness, vetiver's spice, sage's fuzzy warmth and pine's pungency, all reorganized to conjure an image of man in his original, unaccented form. Imagine a being, unclothed, unwashed and unfettered, awakening in a bed of greens; his natural aroma is impressive but imbues with the freshly pressed oils of the plants he's crushed in his sleep. Ultimately more original sin than fresh skin, Viride is as inviting as the unadorned simplicity of animal attraction. With just enough green to keep it aloft, this scent intrigues and invites us to draw closer and experience the ultimate natural state.