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Room 1015 Ten Fifteen
Eau de Parfum, Unisex
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Ideal for those who appreciate a sophisticated woody scent with a hint of citrus, this fragrance is perfect for adding a touch of elegance to your collection.
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3.4 oz
Room 1015 - Ten Fifteen
“A woody and wild fragrance as a tribute to the 1970’s Rock N’ Roll era. I tried to imagine what could be the scent of this hotel room in which so many things have happened! A burned Sandalwood with fresh notes of mandarin and violet was a perfect match for a rebel touch. Rock On...” Dr. Mike
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- Warm48%
- Strong21%
- Light9%
- Powdery8%
- Sweet5%
- Fresh5%
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Stop, rewind. A shiny black stretch limo with tinted windows and gleaming hubcaps pulls up to 8104 Sunset Boulevard. Sepia Polaroid, freeze frame. Time to wind back an old cassette with a pencil to a time when the Continental Hyatt Hotel, aka the “Riot House,” was the place to be.
The 70s was a decade of total delirium for any self-respecting rock group. And L.A. was an inevitable stop on the journey. Between concerts, there were three commandments in the Bible of Rock that all managers had to obey: a crowd of totally hysteric fans in the hotel lobby or, more often, in the darkness of an unmade bed, the tour rider to be followed religiously (24 pages about how to present the yogurt for Metallica) and the art of trashing a hotel room. A place of debauchery and nihilism.
Rumor has it that Holiday Inn rooms had an annoying reputation for being as boring as they were destructive to the soul. When you put wild animals in a cage and keep them in a confined space, it’s no surprise if they end up out of control. After all, they’re born to be wild. So, furniture goes flying, fire extinguishers start spraying, beds break and walls crack. When the California heat wilts the palm trees and burns rubber tires, rock ‘n’ roll turns the volume up to 11. There’s an uncontrollable urge to break everything, to turn everything upside-down.
The Riot House trembled on more than one occasion, but never fell down. In 1972, a TV flew out of Room 1015 and landed 10 floors below in a corner of the parking lot. Keith Richards and Bobby Keys – the Stones’ sax player at the time – didn’t think it worked very well. Q.E.D.
Not to mention the motorcycles in the hallways, the rooftop pool overflowing with bubbles, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic battles of Keith Moon from The Who… Or, even more iconic, the Christ-like Robert Plant who took himself for a Golden God above the Sunset Trip with his angel’s hair, Nepalese bracelets and skimpy T-shirt, convinced that he had finally found the Stairway to Heaven.
The electric opiate years. No reason, no faith, no laws and definitely no taboos. Sexual liberation and universal love. But, above all, the metronome of an unprecedented creative explosion. Don’t forget that Lemmy Kilmister wrote the song “Motorhead” on a night off at the Riot House.
Today, Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still holds the lingering smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, a burned patchouli leaf and an open flight case…
The Eagles sang “Hotel California,” with its supposed satanic undercurrents. There were certainly untamed demons in every hotel room from San Francisco to Las Vegas, from Hollywood to Venice Beach. But Room 1015 clearly outnumbered them all.
Learn moreThe 70s was a decade of total delirium for any self-respecting rock group. And L.A. was an inevitable stop on the journey. Between concerts, there were three commandments in the Bible of Rock that all managers had to obey: a crowd of totally hysteric fans in the hotel lobby or, more often, in the darkness of an unmade bed, the tour rider to be followed religiously (24 pages about how to present the yogurt for Metallica) and the art of trashing a hotel room. A place of debauchery and nihilism.
Rumor has it that Holiday Inn rooms had an annoying reputation for being as boring as they were destructive to the soul. When you put wild animals in a cage and keep them in a confined space, it’s no surprise if they end up out of control. After all, they’re born to be wild. So, furniture goes flying, fire extinguishers start spraying, beds break and walls crack. When the California heat wilts the palm trees and burns rubber tires, rock ‘n’ roll turns the volume up to 11. There’s an uncontrollable urge to break everything, to turn everything upside-down.
The Riot House trembled on more than one occasion, but never fell down. In 1972, a TV flew out of Room 1015 and landed 10 floors below in a corner of the parking lot. Keith Richards and Bobby Keys – the Stones’ sax player at the time – didn’t think it worked very well. Q.E.D.
Not to mention the motorcycles in the hallways, the rooftop pool overflowing with bubbles, Jim Morrison dangling from a balcony, the epic battles of Keith Moon from The Who… Or, even more iconic, the Christ-like Robert Plant who took himself for a Golden God above the Sunset Trip with his angel’s hair, Nepalese bracelets and skimpy T-shirt, convinced that he had finally found the Stairway to Heaven.
The electric opiate years. No reason, no faith, no laws and definitely no taboos. Sexual liberation and universal love. But, above all, the metronome of an unprecedented creative explosion. Don’t forget that Lemmy Kilmister wrote the song “Motorhead” on a night off at the Riot House.
Today, Room 1015 remains a place of contemplation. The nostalgia of an era of absolute freedom, where the air still holds the lingering smells of sweat, leather, fur, alcohol, a burned patchouli leaf and an open flight case…
The Eagles sang “Hotel California,” with its supposed satanic undercurrents. There were certainly untamed demons in every hotel room from San Francisco to Las Vegas, from Hollywood to Venice Beach. But Room 1015 clearly outnumbered them all.
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- This fragrance offers a delightful combination of woody and citrus notes, making it a balanced choice for those who appreciate subtle elegance.
- Some find the scent to be a bit too strong on initial spray, with a leathery undertone that mellows over time, a characteristic that could be polarizing.
- A significant number of reviewers appreciate the uniqueness of the scent, highlighting its warm and sophisticated aura, suitable for both formal and casual settings.
- A common critique is the longevity of the fragrance, which tends to fade relatively quickly, requiring frequent reapplication to maintain its presence.
Ideal for those who appreciate a sophisticated woody scent with a hint of citrus, this fragrance is perfect for adding a touch of elegance to your collection.
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- PJPAYTON J.10/10/2024Reviews 7Products received 1Spicy and delightfulWhile this scent starts out leathery and spicy it also has undertones of something slightly floral - its gorgeous. Notes of sandalwood and something green too. I love it.My ratingsSpicySexyDate NightFallWarmRefined00
- MJMariah J.10/09/2024Reviews 4Products received 0It’s alright.It’s good but not my favorite.00
- DADezarae A.10/06/2024Reviews 4Products received 0LovelyThis was surprisingly pleasant and clean smelling. Will be adding a bottle to my collection.My ratingsCitrusyFlirtyPartySpringFreshRefined00
- JLJamie L.10/05/2024Reviews 3Products received 0Item never deliveredItem never delivered and when contacted the support email from scented bird there was no response.00
- RRRed R.10/03/2024Reviews 3Products received 0honestly great00
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