04/18/2025
Serenissima
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it didn't fit then and it doesn't want to fit now
If you wanted to be noticed at that time, at the beginning of the 1980s, you couldn't be quiet and shy. It was all too easy to get lost in this colorful and eventful life.
I was in the middle of it all, but not yet sure enough of myself to say out loud: "C'est moi!"
And I certainly didn't have the courage to smell like that.
"C'est moi" accompanied me back then (after 1983) in my professional and private life; but I only really got to know this fragrance better now, after Brigitte gave me a miniature of it, which I think is still in good condition, so it still serves me well for testing and remembering.
But after trying it on my skin a few times, I realize: I still can't make a "statement" with "C'est moi"!
Despite the rosy heart (Moroccan and Damask roses - how lovely!), this creation is too green and too harsh for me personally; I don't feel entirely comfortable with it.
Surprisingly, I'm probably a little bothered by the aroma of tart blackcurrants, which I usually like very much, accompanied here by the fresh, fruity tangerines.
Is it the combination of these two fragrances that I don't like? A charming, powdery iris note with a subliminal hint of amaryllis appears shortly after this not-so-successful opening in the hearty rose grove and blends harmoniously with the beauties there.
Here, the marriage of these fragrances succeeds and leads quite naturally to not too dark woody notes and a well-balanced dose of musk, with which they form a pleasant fragrance finale.
I am even briefly struck by the impression of a leather nuance.
But perhaps I am only imagining this because I automatically associate the Aigner company with leather goods.
(My interim assumption that Aigner wanted to imitate Michael Cromer with his company MCM was disproved by history: The Aigner company had already dominated the market for much longer than that.
Well, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said: "He who no longer loves and no longer errs, let him bury himself!"
Let's not let it come to that!)
Perhaps this leather that grazes me is only due to the age of the fragrance in the miniature.
But I can turn it around however I want:
Not every composition, no matter how much I like the fragrance notes, sounds harmonious to my ears and certainly not on my skin! "C'est moi" was and is not my style: we both can't get out of our own skin and that's a good thing! Independent personalities can respect each other and accept many things as a result.
And so this miniature will be able to keep its contents and be an adornment in my box.
Because: "C'est n'est pas moi!"
I was in the middle of it all, but not yet sure enough of myself to say out loud: "C'est moi!"
And I certainly didn't have the courage to smell like that.
"C'est moi" accompanied me back then (after 1983) in my professional and private life; but I only really got to know this fragrance better now, after Brigitte gave me a miniature of it, which I think is still in good condition, so it still serves me well for testing and remembering.
But after trying it on my skin a few times, I realize: I still can't make a "statement" with "C'est moi"!
Despite the rosy heart (Moroccan and Damask roses - how lovely!), this creation is too green and too harsh for me personally; I don't feel entirely comfortable with it.
Surprisingly, I'm probably a little bothered by the aroma of tart blackcurrants, which I usually like very much, accompanied here by the fresh, fruity tangerines.
Is it the combination of these two fragrances that I don't like? A charming, powdery iris note with a subliminal hint of amaryllis appears shortly after this not-so-successful opening in the hearty rose grove and blends harmoniously with the beauties there.
Here, the marriage of these fragrances succeeds and leads quite naturally to not too dark woody notes and a well-balanced dose of musk, with which they form a pleasant fragrance finale.
I am even briefly struck by the impression of a leather nuance.
But perhaps I am only imagining this because I automatically associate the Aigner company with leather goods.
(My interim assumption that Aigner wanted to imitate Michael Cromer with his company MCM was disproved by history: The Aigner company had already dominated the market for much longer than that.
Well, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe once said: "He who no longer loves and no longer errs, let him bury himself!"
Let's not let it come to that!)
Perhaps this leather that grazes me is only due to the age of the fragrance in the miniature.
But I can turn it around however I want:
Not every composition, no matter how much I like the fragrance notes, sounds harmonious to my ears and certainly not on my skin! "C'est moi" was and is not my style: we both can't get out of our own skin and that's a good thing! Independent personalities can respect each other and accept many things as a result.
And so this miniature will be able to keep its contents and be an adornment in my box.
Because: "C'est n'est pas moi!"
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