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...jasmine oh jasmine, linden blossom oh linden blossom..
Kindness.
From Charlotte de Latour
There are persons who, through their happy mood of mind, seem to be born only to ameliorate the bond of conviviality: they have so much suppleness and grace in their whole being that they know how to find their way in all circumstances, to cling to all tastes and to attract every foreign merit even more to the light. They are so pleasing that they pay the greatest attention to all that another speaks, forget themselves to be useful to others, remain silent to hear others; they flatter no one, seek nothing, never offend; their merit is a gift from heaven, like that of a handsome outsider; in short, they please because nature has made them gracious.
Jasmine is a very fitting symbol of such kindness. When it was brought from India to Europe by Spanish sailors around 1560, one admired the flexibility of its branches, the soft shine of its starry flowers, and one believes that the reproduction of such a dainty and sculpted flower could only be effected in hot greenhouses. She thrived in it; now she was treated in cool greenhouses, she shot up admirably here; one finally dared to plant her in the open, where she now, without any care, defies the harshest winter.
Jasmine is often seen willingly stretching out its smooth branches in all directions given to it. It shoots up, climbing up on staves, arches into arbours of all shapes, and spreads a friendly green over terraces and walls. In former times, he was able to submit under the scissors of the stubborn gardener and pointed to a weak trunk, the shape of a young pomeranian tree. Among all forms, it scatters a rich harvest of flowers, refreshing the air and impregnating it with balsamic scents. Around its tender and friendly flowers the fleeting butterfly is juggling, and the busy bee sucks out of them abundantly the sweetest and best honey. The loving shepherd unites the jasmine with the rose to decorate the shepherdess's bosom with it, and in the same way he crowns the forehead of a princess, wound into a garland.
Before jasmine was transplanted to France, it was already native to Italy. A duke of Tuscany was first in his possession. Out of envy, he only wanted to enjoy this possession. He therefore forbade his gardener, not a branch of it, to give away a flower. The latter would probably also be faithful to this order if he had not been in love. But on the birthday of his beloved he presented him with a bouquet of flowers, and to give him a higher value, he adorned him with a branch of the rare jasmine. The young girl, in order to keep this alien plant unfaded for quite a long time, placed it in fresh soil; the branch remained green all year round, and the following spring it shot lavishly up and carried flowers. Her lover taught her how to treat this foreign plant, and it proliferated abundantly under her careful hand.
She was poor, the beloved even in poor circumstances, and her thoughtful mother refused her consent to a marriage where Armuth would soon be with both of them. But love is ingenious and often does wonders; the girl knew how to use her favour. She sold offshoots of her jasmine, and was so richly paid that she was able to collect a sufficient sum of money for her, with which now her beloved and her deepest wishes were fulfilled.
The virgins in Tuscany, in memory of this event, still wear a bouquet of jasmine on their wedding day, and it has become a saying there? "A girl who deserves to wear a bouquet of jasmine is rich enough to make a man happy."
So the hand of love has transplanted to, first the jasmine further, and may he fulfil her expectations everywhere at the hoping bosom of friendly brides.
Lind blows the scent of lime blossom
There stands a tree of mighty shape near the chapel at the deep well
Many times coated lovely also sung about so majestically dignified and alt
In the shade of its heart-shaped leaves lovers make a rendezvous
The lime month invites them to pride the old lime tree defies any weather
Significant was the lime tree of our ancestors as holy they already consecrated the Teutons
standing for peace and justice
Particularly intense in the evening hours is the scent it emits sweetly felt
a breath of myth blows in our time
North wind
... more cannot be said about the two main components. They form a unique, wonderful scent, which is for me with "Treffpunkt 8 Uhr" the flagship of the old/young newly interpreted house of the trio from Berlin, Veronique Nyborg, Lutz Herrmann and Tamas Tagscherer.
Great scent that makes a ride in a convertible through an alley of lime trees a very special excursion. Or a warm, nice evening stroll after a quick shower.
Hats off!