White Linen Estēe Lauder 1978 Eau de Parfum

On her 80th birthday, Scarlett received very little mail or gifts. Her husband depended on her financially and could at least not buy her anything. Since he otherwise read her every wish from her eyes anyway, there was nothing special to expect. So Scarlett decided to write a book. The book was to be an autobiography. The story of her exciting life. But then she quickly realized that she couldn't actually come up with any events that would have been important to the rest of the world. Like French nobles in the Ancien Régime, she decided to dig a little deeper and started with the arrival of the Pilgrim Fathers in America. According to this, one of her ancestors was (in her imagination) on one of the ships. Said ancestor, the Urscarlett so to speak, settled the problem with the stubborn natives by her mere awe-inspiring appearance. The ancestor then moved to Charleston, South Carolina, and set up a cotton plantation. By extension, their other female descendants (Weiterscarletts) settled the slavery problem because their slaves were incredibly happy to work for them for free and were fully satisfied with the inspiring presence of the mistress. It was an honor to work for them. During the Civil War, Damalsscarlett was adopted by Indians and escaped all trouble. She then provided her tribe with a particularly good reservation, which she achieved only by her formidable appearance. Then there was a break, as some Scarlett must have had only one son, who married a German Scarlett who, like the Urscarlett, had come to America on a ship. They survived the Great Depression unscathed because the husband was a dentist. A crisis-proof profession. Then Scarlett was born (the book writer) and she wrote about the thefts and scams that made her her first million. Because she was proud of it. As she went on, she wrote about her affairs with more or less famous men.

Finally, Scarlett put down the pen, folded the book shut, and stood up. She had been writing as if in a trance for several days. She got up and walked to the fireplace. Scarlett took the photograph of a deceased opera tenor from the mantelpiece, looked pensively at her former self, arm in arm with the famous man, sighed, and crushed a tear. Suddenly an irrational rage filled her. She put the photograph in a drawer, walked out.

Hanging in the yard was her laundry. She had had to hang them herself (or rather, her husband, her extended self), because the staff isn't what it used to be. Scarlett stomped over to the small conciergerie and complained loudly about the lack of respect she was given. She earned astonished looks, but she didn't realize it. She had gained respect, all was right with the world again.

That's how it was back then. White Linen is a chypre (Cyprus). A bright Chypre, which does not overwhelm you but comes up with serious, well-situated femininity. It radiates security, effectiveness and southern romance. If lingerie, it's definitely starched. I can't do anything with it. On other people, the scent wouldn't bother me, and I can also imagine White Linen pleasing other people and maybe even making them want to buy it. On me, it doesn't. Although I have to admit that the base is already nice. But the initial time is too long for me and triggers too many unpleasant associations. 7.5 is not a bad rating after all!

Margaret Mitchell, the author of Gone with the Wind, was asked to write a sequel. She didn't write one and said she had no idea what else could have happened to Scarlett and Rhett.

i don't feel like giving application tips this time. You guys can figure it out for yourselves. Manfred Schmidt had gotten index finger paralysis after so-and-so many Knatterton comics (which I love). He didn't want to do it anymore. I once had an acquaintance who got similar problems in college (classical guitar). I could smoothly get index finger paralysis so I don't have to write application tips today, but could also just stop writing reviews, which would also take care of the problem (that's not meant to be a threat). I might not have time to reply to all the comments, and I'm not very active here anymore (that's supposed to be a threat)