Hermann à mes Côtés me Paraissait une Ombre Etat Libre d'Orange 2015
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No Hermann
Hermann? Shadow? I think it's a completely inappropriate name for this perfume.
I associate Hermann with an old man's stubbly bearded chin, the leather strap of his old motorcycle helmet stretched across it as he zooms through the village on an equally old scooter.
For me, shadows bring night, bring darkness, perhaps disaster, decay.
This perfume, on the other hand, throws me into the following association:
Coming out of the scorching summer heat into an ancient, forgotten vaulted cellar. Cool - fresh - wet air, no mustiness. A slight draught can be heard. Silence, the distant murmur of a spring. A crystal-clear, sparkling drop of water slowly detaches itself from a stone, the beam of light from the distant skylight refracts in it. The coolness flows through me, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief; a person slowly forms again from a sticky body and dull head. Clear thoughts return, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Second association, a memory:
Social internship in hospital, a woman's bandage from a huge surgical suture on her thigh is removed. The smell of the skin sealed off from the air takes my breath away. Heart racing, dizziness, heat. Next memory, I find myself on the next bed, legs elevated. I can clearly feel the blood flowing back into my body. It feels ice-cold, I can feel it in my veins as it flows towards my head, bringing it back, an enchanting feeling. The fragrance brings exactly this feeling with it.
About the fragrance itself:
The top note is clearly dominated by pepper. Smell it immediately after grinding it in the pepper mill, that's exactly what it smells like.
It disappears quite quickly and blackcurrant and incense remain for a long time. Not a sweet blackcurrant nectar, but rather the tart part of the fruit. The incense is in the foreground. Cool, sacred, like in a high church with lots of stone and little wood, where incense has been used for centuries. Not the freshly burnt incense, but the remaining smell of it.
For me, the other notes blend imperceptibly into a background noise, diffuse, framing.
This perfume conveys an uncanny freshness, clarity and breadth without being aquatic. Great!
Always wearable, perhaps a little too cool for winter.
I associate Hermann with an old man's stubbly bearded chin, the leather strap of his old motorcycle helmet stretched across it as he zooms through the village on an equally old scooter.
For me, shadows bring night, bring darkness, perhaps disaster, decay.
This perfume, on the other hand, throws me into the following association:
Coming out of the scorching summer heat into an ancient, forgotten vaulted cellar. Cool - fresh - wet air, no mustiness. A slight draught can be heard. Silence, the distant murmur of a spring. A crystal-clear, sparkling drop of water slowly detaches itself from a stone, the beam of light from the distant skylight refracts in it. The coolness flows through me, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief; a person slowly forms again from a sticky body and dull head. Clear thoughts return, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Second association, a memory:
Social internship in hospital, a woman's bandage from a huge surgical suture on her thigh is removed. The smell of the skin sealed off from the air takes my breath away. Heart racing, dizziness, heat. Next memory, I find myself on the next bed, legs elevated. I can clearly feel the blood flowing back into my body. It feels ice-cold, I can feel it in my veins as it flows towards my head, bringing it back, an enchanting feeling. The fragrance brings exactly this feeling with it.
About the fragrance itself:
The top note is clearly dominated by pepper. Smell it immediately after grinding it in the pepper mill, that's exactly what it smells like.
It disappears quite quickly and blackcurrant and incense remain for a long time. Not a sweet blackcurrant nectar, but rather the tart part of the fruit. The incense is in the foreground. Cool, sacred, like in a high church with lots of stone and little wood, where incense has been used for centuries. Not the freshly burnt incense, but the remaining smell of it.
For me, the other notes blend imperceptibly into a background noise, diffuse, framing.
This perfume conveys an uncanny freshness, clarity and breadth without being aquatic. Great!
Always wearable, perhaps a little too cool for winter.
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