{"product_id":"discotheque-next-to-me-or-nothing","title":"Discothèque Next To Me Or Nothing","description":"\u003cp\u003e1999, KYOTO\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eOpalescent lips smudged at the edges, messy spring winds, worn spines of records, shrines of star jasmine, ripped powder-blue silk, a sweet crescendo, phantom pheromones in gossamer threads, snow white musk, cloudy sake, soft feelings, a head rush, the ghost of her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSoft wood heels tap the floorboards, Coltrane fills the room. Her opalescent lips smudged at the edges, like rippled lines of sand in messy spring winds. He sees her through worn spines of records and shrines of star jasmine, in ripped powder blue silk. She’s gone with the song, like a sweet crescendo, but phantom pheromones hang in the air. The ghost of her stays. He remains wrapped in her net, trapped in gossamer threads, laced with cursed soft feelings, a head rush. A snow white musk descends, like the flurry of pulp in his cold sake. He’s possessed by a wraith who lives in the notes, a silhouette in the light of paper walls, her name spelled in initials carved in sandalwood bars. She’s in the air and the keys and the flower-filled breeze that blows in the window and whispers, “next to me or nothing.”\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eTop\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eCold Milk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eHeart\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eStar Jasmine\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eNigori\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"fp-tier\"\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"h2 fp-heading\"\u003eBase\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cul class=\"fp-notes\"\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eISO E Super\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eSandalwood\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eTonka Bean\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003cli class=\"fp-note\"\u003eWhite Musk\u003c\/li\u003e\n\u003c\/ul\u003e\n\u003ch4 class=\"image-with-text__heading h2\"\u003eThe Club: Jazz in Rokudenashi (ろくでなし)\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"image-with-text__description rte\"\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan class=\"metafield-multi_line_text_field\"\u003eKYOTO\u003cbr\u003e1978 - PRESENT\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRokudenashi translates to \"good for nothing,\" a word that once described the students of 1960s Japan who drifted through university smoking and playing records instead of studying. Naohisa Yokota, a drummer, opened this jazz kissa in 1978 and has been spinning records there since. A short walk from Gion-Shijo station, following a sign up a narrow staircase, is a small room that seats a handful of people, where customers lean into cigarettes and each other. Jazz pressed close in a place where the record is the event and any conversation happens around it. The music is the point, and so is the proximity. Decades on, it remains a hole-in-the-wall by design: the kind of place that collapses the distance between everyone in it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e","brand":"Discotheque","offers":[{"title":"50 ml","offer_id":67572045414477,"sku":null,"price":155.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"8 ml","offer_id":67572045447245,"sku":null,"price":39.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true},{"title":"2 ml","offer_id":67572045480013,"sku":null,"price":5.0,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/3266\/1325\/files\/ntmem.jpg?v=1791101760","url":"https:\/\/perfumista.com.es\/en\/products\/discotheque-next-to-me-or-nothing","provider":"Perfumista.Sitges","version":"1.0","type":"link"}