Duftpsyche
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Duftpsyche
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Childhood, Chypre and the Association "Perfume"
a dear perfumer, who apparently studied my preferences a bit, placed the Carat mini in my souk package without a word. The sight of the bottle immediately awakened vague memories. Don't I know this already? Doesn't it belong to my first fragrance experiences in the seventies, when I shyly admired the promising bottles in our small-town department store and enjoyed the luxurious, perfume-scented air?
Yes, that was close... but I had to go a bit further back and become a kindergarten child. Suddenly, there it was, the precious bottle! On my aunt's vanity. The word vanity, Austrian for "Toilettentisch," was quite familiar to me as a child, because the adults said so, and when the bedroom door was open, I could see this beautiful, elegant bottle practically throne there, that's the right word. Appreciatively arranged on a lace doily, it was reflected threefold. Even a thousandfold. Anyone who remembers the bedroom furnishings of the 50s and 60s will know what I mean.
As a child, the sight impressed me heavily.
And, in my childlike naivety, this sight had nothing to do with the scent of my beloved aunt when we sat on her large soft lap. Me on one leg, my cousin on the other. Aunt Annemarie was simply nice and smelled very fine. Of course, not like "Carat," how could I have expressed that? I only noticed that she was well-groomed and kind and mostly smelled like "perfume." Whether we visited her at home or she visited us. Only much later would the connections become clear to me and the fact that perhaps even my own certain preference for Chypres is related to this, which runs through me.
For despite all my engagement with fragrances, to this day the associated feeling remains, namely: ah, perfume! Although many wonderful fragrance creations enrich this world, only Chypre is "perfume."
Yes, that was close... but I had to go a bit further back and become a kindergarten child. Suddenly, there it was, the precious bottle! On my aunt's vanity. The word vanity, Austrian for "Toilettentisch," was quite familiar to me as a child, because the adults said so, and when the bedroom door was open, I could see this beautiful, elegant bottle practically throne there, that's the right word. Appreciatively arranged on a lace doily, it was reflected threefold. Even a thousandfold. Anyone who remembers the bedroom furnishings of the 50s and 60s will know what I mean.
As a child, the sight impressed me heavily.
And, in my childlike naivety, this sight had nothing to do with the scent of my beloved aunt when we sat on her large soft lap. Me on one leg, my cousin on the other. Aunt Annemarie was simply nice and smelled very fine. Of course, not like "Carat," how could I have expressed that? I only noticed that she was well-groomed and kind and mostly smelled like "perfume." Whether we visited her at home or she visited us. Only much later would the connections become clear to me and the fact that perhaps even my own certain preference for Chypres is related to this, which runs through me.
For despite all my engagement with fragrances, to this day the associated feeling remains, namely: ah, perfume! Although many wonderful fragrance creations enrich this world, only Chypre is "perfume."
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