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Traffic control
"Good evening young lady. Traffic control. Please pull over."
With trembling fingers, I handed the bearded policeman my driver's license. What a deep voice. "And where's the vehicle damage... Wait a minute, have you been drinking alcohol?"
"Me? No!"
The police officer yanked the door open and came threateningly close to me with his nose, which I might even have liked in other circumstances. "You're blushing, aren't you lying to me?"
My head shake made little impression on him, but almost gave me a concussion.
"No, I definitely smell Amaretto. We'd better do a breathalyzer test."
He turned around and came back after a while. His regretful expression did not bode well. The device was apparently broken and I would have to accompany him to the police station for a test that could be used in court. How often had I dreamed of being rescued as a girl? Of a strong fireman evacuating me from a burning house on a turntable ladder, of a pilot flying me out of the mess of all problems and showing me the world, or a muscular policeman beating up a whole mob like Jackie Jan just to save my life. Now I was sitting like a criminal in the back seat with limited legroom and disgusted to touch anything. Who knows who had been sitting there before me. My eyes scanned the car for traces of blood. In movies, I had often seen how criminals were taken away after a massacre. I shuddered. Better not to think about it. I smoothed out the pink broderie anglaise of my summer dress and tried to control my pounding heart with steady breathing.
"Take a seat here in the waiting area," the officer instructed me as we passed through the police station's security gate.
"Heeey Cherry!" came out of the waiting people's mouths almost synchronously. What was going on here? I looked at all the familiar faces and clapped the hands outstretched to me in turn like a trellis.
"Why are you here?" I asked the group in surprise.
Kilian shrugged his shoulders "Oh, always the same. Glassy eyes and a chocolate rim on my mouth were enough to drag me here. I only shared a drop of cognac with my angel, didn't I?" With a smile, he poked his favorite brandy in the side. Her apple cheeks glowed.
"Let's make rum next time," she winked at him. The fact that her grandfather owned a distillery was best kept to herself in front of the law.
Atkinson was on his way home from the gold fair in Mayfair when he was stopped. They had suspected a flask of absinthe under his sage shirt. No one believed his excuse about his washboard stomach until he pulled his shirt out of his trousers and showed off his steely muscles like those of a Roman sculpture. An appreciative murmur went through the waiting room.
A young trainee who resembled a puppy dog shuffled in. With a movement of his head, he pointed to the gentleman in the giraffe suit next to me. He was suspected of having consumed whisky before starting the journey. "You're next, erm the nephew of... of..." he tried to decipher his scrawled notes.
"Nishane," the man helped him.
"Gesundheit!" shouted anxiously from all corners. Irritated, Mr. Nefs stood up and ran to the office assigned to him.
The policeman now looked at my driver's license with a furrowed brow: "Mrs... uh Mrs... how do you pronounce your name?"
"Blossom Love"
"I see... and what company are you from?"
"Amouage"
He hesitated for a moment before shuffling back to the guard. "Blossem from the House of Amuaaaasch," he informed his colleagues out of sight in a hushed tone. Giggles spread. Apparently he did a little twirl at the long drawn-out Amuaaaasch until his rubber soles squeaked on the PVC.
By the way, my breath test showed 0.0 per mille. I wasn't surprised, as I hadn't had anything to drink. When I was just waiting to be allowed to leave the station after the measures, the bearded policeman brought me back my ID documents with an almost apologetic smile. In an extra deep voice, he said, "Pretty Ms. Amouage, you've taken over the whole station with your powerful sillage - oh, what am I saying, the whole town. I could have sworn I smelled Amaretto."
I grinned "And what else do you smell?"
"Tipsy roses, so vanilla sweet that I can't take my nose off you ..." He coughed as he realized he was losing his professionalism.
I suddenly got all hot and made myself extra busy getting ready to leave.
"Ehm, we're on night duty on Wednesday..." he said hopefully as he saw me off at the door.
The past few hours already fading, I nodded back over my shoulder with a wink "I'll probably be out in the car again...you know, appointments and all..."
As I turned around after a few steps, I couldn't help but notice that the blinds at the police station had been pushed aside and several police officers' heads were looking at me.
"What an enchanting appearance..." muttered the one with the big belly behind the thick bulletproof glass. "Look, she's losing something from her dress everywhere. Is that snow?"
In no time at all, the trainee fetched the track case and inspected the track closely. "Cherry blossoms" helped the bearded man analyze it and laughed to himself. He hadn't had such a magical encounter for a long time. He only had to sleep twice more before Wednesday. He had rarely looked forward to a night shift so much.
This scent is magical for me. A rose soaked in liqueur that can barely walk straight and can accidentally ram an elbow into the pit of your stomach when swaying. I was in love with it from the very first moment. So feminine, so sweet. Almost spicy. Tons of cherry blossoms that slowly unfold after the first alcohol shock and slowly fade to a powdery finish after a very good shelf life (8+ hours). There is some dusting in the background, undecided whether the ylang-ylang is perhaps making itself known? Not too bad, on my skin the dust evaporates after about 5 minutes. Unfortunately, there were a few complaints outside about the intensity of the sillage, which in turn gave them a headache. I would therefore question its suitability for the office and would only approach it carefully if I wanted to wear it in unfamiliar surroundings. Spray it in the air and walk through it regally. For me, it is a loud, intense fragrance that is sensual and attractive. I would say it is predestined for the evening. And when I wear it just for myself, I wish I was in a bathtub full of flowers, toasting myself with Amaretto. Cheers!