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That Was the Paraná
“Sir! The Paraná! The river is coming ...!” shouts the Indian in Günther Weisenborn's story 'Two Men' to his master, the farmer. Both are already sitting in the midst of a flood after heavy rain when a terrible rumbling in the distance announces that now the Paraná, swollen with water and wind, is bringing its deadly flood.
“Suddenly the farmer's shoe was in the water. He pulled it back. But after a while, the shoe was back in the water... And when you moved the corn box back, you had to move it back a little more soon.
That was all, but that was the Paraná.”
I mention this story not because it takes place in Argentina, the homeland of Fueguia fragrances. That would be a poor parallel. And a deeper connection would be inappropriate considering the harshness of the story. I am solely concerned with a spontaneous association to the last quoted sentence. My thought about ‘Elogio de la Sombra’ was: A bit of iris, a bit of wood - that’s all. Sometimes that’s all you need for a strong fragrance.
Let’s forget the constructive tasting upfront: the impression of baby carrot with sawdust, the undeniable cucumber side, the strangely fuzzy-moldy, the canned fruit grazing mimosa. These are all individual, preparatory dabs that only unravel in hindsight, while throughout the morning the actual work is created:
A cool, calm iris freshness with a hint of floral, sweet undertone increasingly joins a touch of young, almost still green wood that blends into the coolness. Iris and wood - this combination evidently always works well. Bergamot provides a (if you’ve read it) recognizable hint of dull bitterness in the background. From noon on, a very noble, light-woody freshness shines, which under the care of the iris appears almost sweet-smoky, almost touching on the licorice-like, before the fragrance stylishly fades into a bitter lemonade of green lemon over the course of the afternoon, in a nonchalant reversal of usual circumstances.
Here and there, the contributing colleagues occasionally flash through solo, but this only happens directly on the skin; at a distance, the individual parts blur, similar to an impressionistic painting, into a larger whole, more “mood” than perfume and certainly no event.
A fragrance for quiet hours. Of course, it can also be used in the office, but it doesn’t feel quite at home there. Too hectic, too many annoying distractions.
I thank the robin for the sample.
“Suddenly the farmer's shoe was in the water. He pulled it back. But after a while, the shoe was back in the water... And when you moved the corn box back, you had to move it back a little more soon.
That was all, but that was the Paraná.”
I mention this story not because it takes place in Argentina, the homeland of Fueguia fragrances. That would be a poor parallel. And a deeper connection would be inappropriate considering the harshness of the story. I am solely concerned with a spontaneous association to the last quoted sentence. My thought about ‘Elogio de la Sombra’ was: A bit of iris, a bit of wood - that’s all. Sometimes that’s all you need for a strong fragrance.
Let’s forget the constructive tasting upfront: the impression of baby carrot with sawdust, the undeniable cucumber side, the strangely fuzzy-moldy, the canned fruit grazing mimosa. These are all individual, preparatory dabs that only unravel in hindsight, while throughout the morning the actual work is created:
A cool, calm iris freshness with a hint of floral, sweet undertone increasingly joins a touch of young, almost still green wood that blends into the coolness. Iris and wood - this combination evidently always works well. Bergamot provides a (if you’ve read it) recognizable hint of dull bitterness in the background. From noon on, a very noble, light-woody freshness shines, which under the care of the iris appears almost sweet-smoky, almost touching on the licorice-like, before the fragrance stylishly fades into a bitter lemonade of green lemon over the course of the afternoon, in a nonchalant reversal of usual circumstances.
Here and there, the contributing colleagues occasionally flash through solo, but this only happens directly on the skin; at a distance, the individual parts blur, similar to an impressionistic painting, into a larger whole, more “mood” than perfume and certainly no event.
A fragrance for quiet hours. Of course, it can also be used in the office, but it doesn’t feel quite at home there. Too hectic, too many annoying distractions.
I thank the robin for the sample.
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