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Twenty-one
My first contact with Eau de Lierre was through Hervé le Tellier in his book "Kein Wort mehr über Liebe" (Not a word more about love), which I admire very much.
Even if I do not want to delve too deeply into the literary work at this point, I naturally cannot avoid at least presenting this framework here.
One of the protagonists, a Parisian writer, Yves, begins a relationship with a married woman, Anna, to whom he gives a small booklet for her 40th birthday at the end of their relationship. There he has compiled 40 different memories of moments with her and of her in an unchronological way.
His memory number twenty-one is dedicated to her fragrance, her perfume, which she wears as her signature. Eau de Lierre.
The words are short, but like his other, almost soberly listed memories, they hit straight to the heart. The art of forming a wonderful poetry with clear, almost matter-of-fact words touches me very much in other places in this book as well.
Of course, you can't blame a perfume lover for the fact that she made me curious about Eau de Lierre in particular. Nevertheless, it took me a few years - astonishing even for me in retrospect - before I set out for a more intensive test.
Hervé Le Tellier speaks - basically quoting the perfumer here - of "deep green notes", "vegetal elegance", "dry wood", "stone". And above all, and this is how the fragrance of Anna, his beloved, is "warm tones of spice and musk At least superficially - the rest is poetry, love, longing, this woman
What about me, for me? After an over-green, grassy start, the sharpness soon evaporates, giving a soft, juicy, cool green a lot of space. But not only the green, but also a gentle skin note, which gives the fragrance, the skin itself, a delicate sensuality, a shimmering, an oscillation between coolness and warmth. Not strong, but always present: the durability is surprisingly good on me. I smell myself again and again, even after hours, an aura of fine, gentle, slightly tart freshness wafts around me, always present but not tangible.
Protagonist Yves does not manage to reproduce the scents exactly, these are his own words. He can only describe the feelings that the scent evokes in him. For him, eau de Lierre will always be Anna and what he feels for her.
Even if there is no happy ending for their story: as the poet that he is, he takes this fleeting love, the longing, the lived moments of beauty and sensuality, as a gift of life and breathes them forever in Eau de Lierre.
Even if I do not want to delve too deeply into the literary work at this point, I naturally cannot avoid at least presenting this framework here.
One of the protagonists, a Parisian writer, Yves, begins a relationship with a married woman, Anna, to whom he gives a small booklet for her 40th birthday at the end of their relationship. There he has compiled 40 different memories of moments with her and of her in an unchronological way.
His memory number twenty-one is dedicated to her fragrance, her perfume, which she wears as her signature. Eau de Lierre.
The words are short, but like his other, almost soberly listed memories, they hit straight to the heart. The art of forming a wonderful poetry with clear, almost matter-of-fact words touches me very much in other places in this book as well.
Of course, you can't blame a perfume lover for the fact that she made me curious about Eau de Lierre in particular. Nevertheless, it took me a few years - astonishing even for me in retrospect - before I set out for a more intensive test.
Hervé Le Tellier speaks - basically quoting the perfumer here - of "deep green notes", "vegetal elegance", "dry wood", "stone". And above all, and this is how the fragrance of Anna, his beloved, is "warm tones of spice and musk At least superficially - the rest is poetry, love, longing, this woman
What about me, for me? After an over-green, grassy start, the sharpness soon evaporates, giving a soft, juicy, cool green a lot of space. But not only the green, but also a gentle skin note, which gives the fragrance, the skin itself, a delicate sensuality, a shimmering, an oscillation between coolness and warmth. Not strong, but always present: the durability is surprisingly good on me. I smell myself again and again, even after hours, an aura of fine, gentle, slightly tart freshness wafts around me, always present but not tangible.
Protagonist Yves does not manage to reproduce the scents exactly, these are his own words. He can only describe the feelings that the scent evokes in him. For him, eau de Lierre will always be Anna and what he feels for her.
Even if there is no happy ending for their story: as the poet that he is, he takes this fleeting love, the longing, the lived moments of beauty and sensuality, as a gift of life and breathes them forever in Eau de Lierre.
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