Lyric Man Amouage 2008

This is the story of a musician named Arthur Rosepetal. While World War II was raging, he was born in the United States and went to school in New York State. When he was eleven years old, a furnace exploded in that school. The fire killed several of his classmates, and he himself suffered severe burns all over his body. Still in the hospital, Arthur received his first own guitar and began to play on it. More and more taken by the folk music of the 60s, Arthur Rosepetal finally traveled to England in 1965 to record his own album.

Still in December of the same year appeared a very melancholic folk album named after him. Almost without exception, only his guitar and vocals can be heard on it. Unfortunately, the album did not sell very well and the very next year Arthur fell into deep depression, which did not improve for a long time. Very soon he returned to the USA, got married and became the father of a young son. Unfortunately, this son became seriously ill and died very young. Arthur's depression then worsened so much that he had to be hospitalized. The 1970s were not easy for him. His mental problems and his destitution made him suffer.

In the 1980s, Arthur Rosepetal became homeless. He was falsely diagnosed with schizophrenia disease, which put him in closed facilities several times and put him through hell. It wasn't until the early 1990s that he finally found a close friend who cared about him and addressed his problems. He organized a roof over Arthur's head. One day, while he was waiting for his friend on a bench, a group of punks started shooting at passers-by with air rifles. They hit Arthur on the left eye, whereupon he went blind on this very eye.

In the mid-1990s - the first time in many, many years - Arthur Rosepetal began writing songs and playing guitar again. However, unfortunately, it came to nothing more. Arthur Rosepetal became ill and died one day after his 56th birthday. What he leaves behind are melancholic compositions - sad melodies with serious and thoughtful song lyrics.

Why am I writing this story in a commentary on Amouage's fragrance "Lyric Man"? First of all: the story told is not a story, but fact. Arthur Rosepetal was a real person - only his real name was Jackson Carey Frank. in 2011 I got to know him, his music and his sad biography. His 1965 album "Jackson C. Frank" exudes tremendous beauty and melancholy. Just as the Amouage "Lyric Man" is able to do. I feel surrounded by the reddest, most beautiful and freshest rose petals - soapy, somewhat woody and fruity notes round out the fragrance. It enchants me, it takes away my speech. It makes me pause and be grateful for the things I have. That I have experienced and will still experience. The "Lyric Man" shows me my own strength - but also shows me the strengths of my fellow human beings, some of whom have so many more burdens to bear in life than I do and yet never give up. Just never give up on themselves.

Actually, I've been in love with the "Interlude Man" for years and swore for a long time, this would be the first Amouage fragrance, which would move in as a bottle with me. But then I smelled "Lyric Man" and it never let me go. Never before and never after have I heard such a wonderful and fresh rose scent. And never before have I been able to perceive sadness, melancholy and hope in one scent. I treated the 2ml sample with the utmost care, wearing the fragrance only on very special occasions - not only in company, but also when I was all alone and to myself. Then he works for me particularly strong. This summer was the time and I could no longer resist the "Lyric Man" and bought myself a 100ml bottle. So now he is the first Amouage that I can call my own and it feels incredibly good. I can well imagine that it must smell like this in heaven.

I wish Jackson C. Frank had been allowed to experience this fragrance. Perhaps it could have given him new courage as well, showing him his incredible strength and willpower. In my opinion, there is no bad time for "Lyric Man". He always cuts a good figure - in spring, summer, autumn and winter. In sad and upsetting, but definitely in funny and cheerful times as well. In heavy thunderstorms and in bright sunshine. To a morning coffee and to a good whisky in the evening. When it's needed, it's there - and for a very long time. For about ten hours, it stays true to my skin. The sillage is just right - perceptible, but not room filling. The deep red bottle resting on a pillar and the outer packaging printed with roses - beautiful. I love "Lyric Man" and he loves me.

"Like a rose trellis in the wind of winter
shaking out the dry petals to the ground
it takes a man from his woman to tear
the world destroyers down."

This is a poem written by Jackson C. Frank in his later years on an old typewriter. He had planned to compose a melody to it, but unfortunately never got around to it. I bow to this man. I have been working on my own life and my own happiness for some time. I'm also working on getting healthy and happy again. Amouage's "Lyric Man" accompanies me in this. And it only remains for me to say thank you.

Music to Amouage "Lyric Man":

"Blues Run The Game" by Jackson C. Frank
"Milk And Honey" by Jackson C. Frank
"Cover Me With Roses" by Jackson C. Frank