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an early morning in April
Names.
Often they are regarded as mere sound and smoke, sometimes as omens, and occasionally even as a real nuisance.
Who today thinks of "Kevin" and first does not associate it with a diagnosis, and only much later with gentlemen Spacey or Keegan? Who feels the brown horror at "Adolf," and who still sees Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis when "Schakkeline" is mentioned?
We are all shaped by various associations connected to the name of a person who was not just anyone, and often we transfer our feelings for that person onto another who enters our lives anew.
Sometimes this works out well, but often it is also very unfair, and the other person receives an unexamined, unheard stamp that does not correspond to them and that they do not deserve.
We know this is not right, and we would never do such a thing!
Consciously, certainly not, of course - yet consciousness is not what is being called for here.
What applies to people applies even more to things.
Let’s take the word "sugar," that sweet substance, feared and loved since childhood.
As pleasurable and comforting as everything that is sugared seems to us, we eye the dark side with trepidation, which promises us Karius and Baktus, oversized dental drills, and rising confection - if not an entire trauma like that of Willy Wonka, the head of the chocolate factory, played as whimsically as sweetly by Johnny Depp, a gentleman who also bears a heavy name.
A fragrance that prominently features sugar in its name has it tough.
Not with those, at least, who have left behind childish preferences for cotton candy and marshmallows, sticky-crunchy candy apples, and other nose-mouth adhesives.
With serious perfume noses.
And with me.
Whatever the company GAP was thinking when naming "Sugar Snap": They did no favors to the fragrance or to themselves.
"Sugar Bang," "Sugar Bite" - there seems to be no exact translation, at least Leo leaves me in the lurch here.
In any case: That sounds like sugar, like a lot of sugar, very much sugar - like a sugar overkill.
But not like what is actually in the bottle.
Very bright, very moist, very green "Sugar Snap" opens on my skin - an early morning in April, the young green beaded with the rain that fell during the night.
It is cool, but no longer cold; spring has already displaced winter.
The gaze turns to the garden pond - water lilies, lotus flowers, fresh grass at the water's edge.
The air carries wood and young leaves, dripping-heavy on the barely awakened tree.
White laundry, freshly washed, a hint of - pear, yes, perhaps.
Ripe, sliced, but surely not from here.
And hardly sweetened, not early, not late, not in sunshine and not in rain, on no, no day.
Bright, young, and yet grown-up, lightly playful and very relaxed.
"Balmy Days & Sundays" - brother, sister, closely related.
Water green, hopeful green - confidence, spring light.
Nothing crashes, nothing crunches, just here and there a slight scratch deep in the throat.
Very light, perhaps only with me.
Quietly rather and yet clearly perceptible all day and even half the night.
"Sugar Snap" - who would have thought?!
Often they are regarded as mere sound and smoke, sometimes as omens, and occasionally even as a real nuisance.
Who today thinks of "Kevin" and first does not associate it with a diagnosis, and only much later with gentlemen Spacey or Keegan? Who feels the brown horror at "Adolf," and who still sees Mrs. Kennedy-Onassis when "Schakkeline" is mentioned?
We are all shaped by various associations connected to the name of a person who was not just anyone, and often we transfer our feelings for that person onto another who enters our lives anew.
Sometimes this works out well, but often it is also very unfair, and the other person receives an unexamined, unheard stamp that does not correspond to them and that they do not deserve.
We know this is not right, and we would never do such a thing!
Consciously, certainly not, of course - yet consciousness is not what is being called for here.
What applies to people applies even more to things.
Let’s take the word "sugar," that sweet substance, feared and loved since childhood.
As pleasurable and comforting as everything that is sugared seems to us, we eye the dark side with trepidation, which promises us Karius and Baktus, oversized dental drills, and rising confection - if not an entire trauma like that of Willy Wonka, the head of the chocolate factory, played as whimsically as sweetly by Johnny Depp, a gentleman who also bears a heavy name.
A fragrance that prominently features sugar in its name has it tough.
Not with those, at least, who have left behind childish preferences for cotton candy and marshmallows, sticky-crunchy candy apples, and other nose-mouth adhesives.
With serious perfume noses.
And with me.
Whatever the company GAP was thinking when naming "Sugar Snap": They did no favors to the fragrance or to themselves.
"Sugar Bang," "Sugar Bite" - there seems to be no exact translation, at least Leo leaves me in the lurch here.
In any case: That sounds like sugar, like a lot of sugar, very much sugar - like a sugar overkill.
But not like what is actually in the bottle.
Very bright, very moist, very green "Sugar Snap" opens on my skin - an early morning in April, the young green beaded with the rain that fell during the night.
It is cool, but no longer cold; spring has already displaced winter.
The gaze turns to the garden pond - water lilies, lotus flowers, fresh grass at the water's edge.
The air carries wood and young leaves, dripping-heavy on the barely awakened tree.
White laundry, freshly washed, a hint of - pear, yes, perhaps.
Ripe, sliced, but surely not from here.
And hardly sweetened, not early, not late, not in sunshine and not in rain, on no, no day.
Bright, young, and yet grown-up, lightly playful and very relaxed.
"Balmy Days & Sundays" - brother, sister, closely related.
Water green, hopeful green - confidence, spring light.
Nothing crashes, nothing crunches, just here and there a slight scratch deep in the throat.
Very light, perhaps only with me.
Quietly rather and yet clearly perceptible all day and even half the night.
"Sugar Snap" - who would have thought?!
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