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There are many ways to write a commentary and reflect your emotions in it. One writes a very informative text, another manages it through humor, still another rips a fragrance, which can be quite - depending on the humor level of the author - very amusing. Personally, I always try to reflect a personal story in my comments, which links up in me when a particular scent grows on me. As a rule, I keep it short - so I invite you to join me on this excursion.
Ambre Nuit. A true poem.
As a child, we often went on holiday to Denmark with the family. That was for me and my older brother the greatest. North Sea, dunes, a holiday home and lots of walks on the beach. My father enjoyed this time very much - being able to spend time with his family. He even hid ambers on the beach that he had previously bought at the beach shop. He told us kids that they were very special and rare stones. Then, when we found these stones that my father had previously distributed, we felt like the greatest treasure hunters on the continent. That amber texture - soft and mysterious. The depth of the ocean and the salt in the air. The sand we walked on is warm. In the evening at the cottage, the grill is lit. You snuggle in, in the yet cool evening temperatures. My father smokes a cigarette.
The scent reminds me of this time. Ambre Nuit - warm, salty amber, amber security, soft rose, well-being and last but not least a touch of tobacco - that's what I perceive. The fragrance does not have to announce itself, it is simply present.
Years later, many things are no longer as they once were. Such is the passage of time. My father no longer smokes a cigarette, ever again. Still, this fragrance will forever remind me of that beautiful time, for which I am endlessly grateful.
Ambre Nuit. A true poem.
As a child, we often went on holiday to Denmark with the family. That was for me and my older brother the greatest. North Sea, dunes, a holiday home and lots of walks on the beach. My father enjoyed this time very much - being able to spend time with his family. He even hid ambers on the beach that he had previously bought at the beach shop. He told us kids that they were very special and rare stones. Then, when we found these stones that my father had previously distributed, we felt like the greatest treasure hunters on the continent. That amber texture - soft and mysterious. The depth of the ocean and the salt in the air. The sand we walked on is warm. In the evening at the cottage, the grill is lit. You snuggle in, in the yet cool evening temperatures. My father smokes a cigarette.
The scent reminds me of this time. Ambre Nuit - warm, salty amber, amber security, soft rose, well-being and last but not least a touch of tobacco - that's what I perceive. The fragrance does not have to announce itself, it is simply present.
Years later, many things are no longer as they once were. Such is the passage of time. My father no longer smokes a cigarette, ever again. Still, this fragrance will forever remind me of that beautiful time, for which I am endlessly grateful.
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