overnment budget funds. The profits helped buy a stake in Yukos in the infamous “loans-for-shares” privatisations of 1995, when the businessmen who would become oligarchs loaned money to a near-bankrupt government and were allowed to buy state assets at knock-down prices. Within years, the couple of hundred million dollars he spent gaining control of Prada ShoulderYukos had become billions.
Khodorkovsky was the first oligarch to realise the way to real wealth was not by simply ory attaches to headphone socket on both iPhones and Android smartphones and, when told to by the companion app, releases a burst of fragrance, paired with a customizable LED light. It's ridiculous, but that's very much part of the Japan-made accessory's charm.
The most important factor here is arguably the range of scents available, and Scentee hasn't held back. In no Prada Handbagsparticular order, aromas include rose, mint, cinnamon roll, bacon, coffee, curry, jasmine, ylang-ylang, lavender, apple, coconut, strawberry and er, corn soup. They're joined by a special limited edition Korean BBQ collection that'll be available on November 15 and includes three extra 'flavors': two different type of meat and, well, baked potato. This bundle's particularly skewed towards Japanese customers, selling oil but by adopting western governance standards to boost the Yukos share price.
He was the first, too, to reinvent himself, like the US robber barons a century earlier, as a philanthropist, launching the non-profit Open Russia Foundation to run educational projects.
His fallout with Putin Prada handbaghad many causes. Khodorkovsky dared to confront the president with a thinly veiled alleg he enterprise that is supported by Intach (Indian National Trust For Art and Cultural Heritage), designer Rashmi Ranade patronizes Tambat craftsmen of Maharashtra who beat copper to produce urulis, jugs and my favourite, the Spartan Platter, which even the UK artist Claire Malet, who does exquisite metalwork, would enjoy. The Chennai railway station bag from Nappa Dori almost made this Chennai girl weep with homesickness. The storyteller’s lamp from
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