Pour Un Homme de Caron

L'Impact de Pour Un Homme

Caron 2005 Parfum

My husband and I live in the countryside. In a small house with old beams, creaky floorboards, and drafty windows. Around our garden is a picket fence, and behind the house, the lavender grows tall and wide in the summer - as far as the eye can see.

Just before the start of autumn, when the apple pie is bubbling in the oven and the children are running through the house screaming, I sometimes stand and gaze dreamily out the kitchen window at my husband as he cuts the lavender. He wanders through our little field behind the drafty house, letting his fingers glide through the lavender blossoms, stopping occasionally, bending down, reverently inhaling their ethereal scent, and only then gently begins to cut the flowers. Most of the time, he snips off a small bouquet, which he hands to me in the evening with a quiet smile on his lips. Then he himself still smells purely of lavender. Freshly of the dry blossoms, the essential oil that has stuck to his fingers, of herby lavender branches and earth, work, and sun. He smells warm, fresh, and spicy.

I insist that he sits down at the dining table without showering and serve my little family the still warm cake along with hot bubbling vanilla sauce. The children laugh, my husband next to me smells wonderful, in the middle of the dining table right in front of me is the small lavender bouquet, and I am happy.

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Impact is a pleasantly warm lavender pure, which immediately drops me right into a lavender field. I sit at my desk and suddenly everything here smells fresh, dry-herb spicy, and delicately ethereal, completely pure and authentic lavender. On the white wall that I look at when I sit at my desk, the kitchen window of my little drafty house in the countryside appears. I look through the walls into my lavender garden and let my fingers glide through the lavender blossoms that are standing in the vase next to me on my desk, which just a minute ago was not there. I smell vanilla from the kitchen, where no one is cooking at all, and see a tranquility and comforting calmness that we city dwellers often lose amidst all the car noise, tram screeches, and chaos of lights. If I want to escape that for a moment, I will simply go out onto the balcony from now on, look at the lavender in the flower box, and smell Impact on my arm for a while - my very own private lavender happiness in the middle of the city.

For Mr. Sisyphus