The Amber Room
That was my first thought when I took the bottle out of its packaging. A beautiful, balsamic, dark amber-coloured liquid is inherent in it and promises me good things, as many of my fragrances are medium to dark water. Greenish to white, however, you will find a little less with me, as they are often chypre or white flower scents.
In fact, the original Amber Room was also rather golden and medium to dark in colour with few light spots. And also the reconstruction shines in these tones. And sensibly there is in the room, as if by chance for my fragrance story, a mosaic called "Feeling and smelling".
So I imagine that after a journey through time, I am led to the middle of the room in the Catherine Palace near St. Petersburg, which is covered all over with amber. Gradually, and in courtly reverse, the servants leave the venerable room and leave the rest to me. I may now immerse myself in history for an hour, enjoying the shapes and colours of the buildings and letting my imagination run free. In my thoughts I am the niece who is visiting and has been constantly in the family's ears until that day with the desire to see this unique room. Far too often I have heard the stories of those who were intoxicated by it.
I just have to see it!
Here I am. In a blinding light that almost hurts my eyes. The silence enters the room after the doors are closed by the servants who are leaving and the sounds of them fall silent. All I can hear is my breath, my beating heart. And my footsteps, as I curiously set myself in motion and walk in the glow of the numerous, multi-armed sconces across the highly polished floor covered with huge inlays to the first wall. Almost gently I put on one foot after the other, very careful not to leave any traces with my shoes on the valuable ground.
The inlays and mosaics in their warm light brown to dark shades look like thousands and thousands of cut pieces of sugar. Like the finest honey candies, caramels or dark vanilla drops are lined up and flow into various flower-like formations, flat ornaments or like pebbles scattered into the wall. Everything shines just like flowing honey or syrup. If the resinous stones and the furniture did not give the room its own unique scent, you could make your senses believe that you are in a fairytale candy shop where almost everything is made of aromatic sugar. Inevitably, a scent rises into my nose. I follow it and arrive at a mosaic called "Feel and smell". Could it be that the scent escapes from him?
I close my eyes and approach the portrait. With my fingers I surround the frame and the carved blossoms and forms around it and try to mentally assign their outlines to forms, like a blind man who scans and recognizes a face. And yes, my imagination sends fine scents to my face.
Warm, sweet, noble, woody, resinous. I perceive an unobtrusive hint of orange in the elaborate network of scents. Some jasmine. Everything just so that it intertwines perfectly and produces a harmonious scent. Everything seems to be mixed in equal parts. As I stand in front of the mosaic, my eyes still intoxicated and closed, a slightly animalistic note of opoponax is revealed to me, but also one that is not disturbing but carries the fragrance, just like the other preceding notes. Only nuanced woodsy to woody and herbaceous, the note continues and here too, at no time too much. The perception remains resinous and syrupy even now. Warm, balsamic and sweet, yet only minimally smoky and instead a little more honey-like, this is how the sensual carpet of scents that holds me captive in front of the portrait appears to me. Lavender contributes a micro-fine and at the same time cool soap, which is also integrated into the other molecules and, despite its almost contradictory scent character, contributes a skilful splash of colour that gently sinks into the amber tone without disappearing completely. A hint of it will remain in the fragrance as it enters the base until it is exhaled. At all times, "Knot Eau Absolue" is simply warm, very dense and almost ethereal-oily and above all very sensual.
I almost forget space and time and how long I have been standing there. I have to hurry if I want to admire everything in this room within the given hour. But as much as the other mosaics and artistically arranged portraits also captivate me, my memory always rewinds me back to the fragrant frame. After all, it is also the portrait that remains in my memory from the whole room and very present from now on.
Whoever asks for the value of the room and receives the answer "Priceless" knows at the latest now what he has in front of him.
In the course of time, I realize more and more that this significance can also mean fragrances for me. It is the moments when you are one with them, absorb their notes and enjoy the hours. Those who are not (yet) caught up in the scent fever and passion for perfumes may dismiss this value as exaggerated. But to whom this world opens up and who lets himself drift in it, for him it is an enrichment in life.
Even if I have never visited the Amber Room in truth, with "Knot Eau Absolue" I can still travel there in spirit at any time and experience my little story over and over again.
It's the magic of a room combined with the magic of a fragrance.
And one of my personal Magic Moments in my small, healing (fragrance) world.