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And even Mary said, "Whew."
Oh, yeah, Chanel.
With Chanel overall, I have a certain love-hate relationship, because I experimented quite early with these fragrances around and my nose at the beginning not too much or nothing with them could begin.
Nevertheless, I decided in 2014-15 to get me the first Chanel, because the Allure Homme Sport Eau Extrême was touted on the Internet as an absolute beast.
After a few Testereien, I have decided to strike even if the price at times of study and all other financial torment hurt me quite.
Each person and certainly the beloved Parfumo community has different connections to fragrances. With the one it is finest nuances which can be filtered out and described hair-exactly, with the other it is emotions and memories which they connect with a smell.
I belong at least at the moment still to the second group.
The top notes I can now describe quite well but with the rest I'm still struggling.
And so it is with Eau Extrême the memory that makes me mentally smile and a little nostalgic.
Back then as a student, in the 4er Wg in the midst of exam stress and bachelor thesis at the end of the summer semester.
Knock, knock on the room door.
Dark brown long hair fell through the open crack of the door.
"Hi Michi, we're going out tonight and would like to go into town and see what comes up as we go along. We would take the train around 10 -
Are you in???"
My recently moved-in roommate, Maria, was always the one leading the charge on going out back then and taking the initiative.
She wasn't a gal who had actionism written all over her forehead, which is what a lot of guys and gals in their early 20s are guilty of.
Rather, she went out when she was on fire and up for it and then but with passion until the bitter dawn.
And so I grudgingly agreed, despite time constraints and a flat noggin.
If my roommate Paul had asked me, who was a cool sock, I probably would have given him a soggy refusal, but I think you get what I'm saying.
And so I jumped in the shower and got ready as quickly as possible, with the hope of bringing fresh new mental wind into my head.
Eau Extrême I had bought only weeks before and it was therefore obvious that he came to use.
The opening with the fresh mint and mandarin flasht me today just as then.
She often hung close to my ear that evening and I'm pretty sure by now that she liked the scent incredibly but, as so often, out of caution and also because it wasn't her style to hand out inflationary compliments, you'd rather not say anything.
This fragrance is in some way casual, fresh, sexy and masculine.
You don't smell powdered like you do with some fragrances for going out.
Eau Extrême smells confidently fresh and slightly sweet without drifting into the exclusively creamy or too sweet.
Even in the early morning, I got a wonderful fragrance cloud off my shirt despite the alcohol smell.
The drydown on the clothes is my favorite to this day.
Both of us were in the early days of mutual respect for each other often noticeable and somehow I subtly always had the impression that you stand on each other. That's just how it is between a man and a woman. He who does not dare, does not win.
Maybe it's the same with perfume.
In the summer of 2017, she moved to Bavaria for her boyfriend.
What stuck in my mind the most was when she was cleaning out her bathroom closet and I was helping her pack and clean up a bit and she kept asking me questions about taking her room and then suddenly said:
"Whew, it smells good in here"
Mentally I just replied:
"Eau Extrême I love you"
The woman who went through everyday life always wearing an invisible crown without seeming arrogant was gone, but Eau Extrême remained.
With Chanel overall, I have a certain love-hate relationship, because I experimented quite early with these fragrances around and my nose at the beginning not too much or nothing with them could begin.
Nevertheless, I decided in 2014-15 to get me the first Chanel, because the Allure Homme Sport Eau Extrême was touted on the Internet as an absolute beast.
After a few Testereien, I have decided to strike even if the price at times of study and all other financial torment hurt me quite.
Each person and certainly the beloved Parfumo community has different connections to fragrances. With the one it is finest nuances which can be filtered out and described hair-exactly, with the other it is emotions and memories which they connect with a smell.
I belong at least at the moment still to the second group.
The top notes I can now describe quite well but with the rest I'm still struggling.
And so it is with Eau Extrême the memory that makes me mentally smile and a little nostalgic.
Back then as a student, in the 4er Wg in the midst of exam stress and bachelor thesis at the end of the summer semester.
Knock, knock on the room door.
Dark brown long hair fell through the open crack of the door.
"Hi Michi, we're going out tonight and would like to go into town and see what comes up as we go along. We would take the train around 10 -
Are you in???"
My recently moved-in roommate, Maria, was always the one leading the charge on going out back then and taking the initiative.
She wasn't a gal who had actionism written all over her forehead, which is what a lot of guys and gals in their early 20s are guilty of.
Rather, she went out when she was on fire and up for it and then but with passion until the bitter dawn.
And so I grudgingly agreed, despite time constraints and a flat noggin.
If my roommate Paul had asked me, who was a cool sock, I probably would have given him a soggy refusal, but I think you get what I'm saying.
And so I jumped in the shower and got ready as quickly as possible, with the hope of bringing fresh new mental wind into my head.
Eau Extrême I had bought only weeks before and it was therefore obvious that he came to use.
The opening with the fresh mint and mandarin flasht me today just as then.
She often hung close to my ear that evening and I'm pretty sure by now that she liked the scent incredibly but, as so often, out of caution and also because it wasn't her style to hand out inflationary compliments, you'd rather not say anything.
This fragrance is in some way casual, fresh, sexy and masculine.
You don't smell powdered like you do with some fragrances for going out.
Eau Extrême smells confidently fresh and slightly sweet without drifting into the exclusively creamy or too sweet.
Even in the early morning, I got a wonderful fragrance cloud off my shirt despite the alcohol smell.
The drydown on the clothes is my favorite to this day.
Both of us were in the early days of mutual respect for each other often noticeable and somehow I subtly always had the impression that you stand on each other. That's just how it is between a man and a woman. He who does not dare, does not win.
Maybe it's the same with perfume.
In the summer of 2017, she moved to Bavaria for her boyfriend.
What stuck in my mind the most was when she was cleaning out her bathroom closet and I was helping her pack and clean up a bit and she kept asking me questions about taking her room and then suddenly said:
"Whew, it smells good in here"
Mentally I just replied:
"Eau Extrême I love you"
The woman who went through everyday life always wearing an invisible crown without seeming arrogant was gone, but Eau Extrême remained.
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