Top Notes 
Bergamot
Lemon
Orange blossom
Heart Notes 
Lavender
Cinnamon
Galbanum
Base Notes 
Moss
Dried fruits
Jasmine
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"Wohl aufgemerkt nun also …!" (Germany 1937)
"Well, Karl! No, really …!"
Margarete Kempowski shook her head in outrage.
Did Karl want to go out with that strange smell? What would people say?
After all, they belonged to the better society in Rostock …
"Well, what is it, my dear? It's just a French eau de toilette! Especially for a man of the world!"
Karl grinned a little suggestively.
"I brought it from France, so I wear it. Clear thing, and off we go!"
Margarete was not convinced.
"How can this be possible! Does it really have to be this stuff from France? Father would never wear anything like that!"
"It has to, my dear, it has to! And I am quite surprised. Your father always places such great value on coming from an old Huguenot family..."
Margarete nodded.
"Yes, that's true. The family of De Bonsac, the noblest blood! Noble in the 16th century ..."
"Well then, my dear, everything is fine. Didn't I bring you the finest French and Belgian chocolate? So let me have my fragrance. I'll splash a bit of French water on my face, and then out into the hostile life!"
Grinning, Karl immediately put his words into action.
"Aaaah … Tadellöser and Wolf! That's how it should be! Good for the thing!"
Margarete watched her husband. How can this be, she thought.
On his way to the office at the harbor, he enjoyed the fine scent that surrounded him. When had he ever smelled something so good?
With a buoyant step, he approached the yellow building.
"Oh, Mr. Kempowski …?!"
Karl turned around and politely lifted his hat. Kobialla had addressed him.
What an existence! What did he want so early in the morning?
"Mr. Kempowski, I have submitted the delivery papers. The ship can set sail tomorrow."
Pleased, Karl nodded.
"I'll reward him in later life. For now - thank you very much!"
He climbed the stairs and noticed out of the corner of his eye how Kobialla admired him, hat in hand and standing in half a bow.
It must be this eau de toilette, he thought.
Yes, yes, the French … they can do that!
Now that he was alone, he sniffed delightfully at his wrist, where he had wisely applied a few drops.
Lemon … how unusual! But it wasn't just lemon, it was also … hmmm …
Karl suddenly remembered how it always smelled in Lüder's grocery store.
Lemons, yes for sure … but old Lüder had earnestly explained to him back then, many years ago, that there were many more citrus fruits than just lemons.
There were also those bergamots, which smelled wonderfully and were mixed into tea in England …
Yes, those must be bergamots! You don't forget that scent once you've smelled it.
And what was that …? Karl furrowed his brow in adventurous folds. Something seemed vaguely familiar … that was … but of course!
Lavender.
Definitely lavender.
A cool lavender, reserved, elegant, framed by the bright yellow of the lemon and the green scent of the bergamot.
So these French …!
Yes indeed, they can do that, thought Karl.
How good that I took this little bottle with me when we passed through Grasse.
Ah yes, Grasse …
Karl smiled.
Good for the thing!
A soft, fruity accord mixed in quietly, but distinctly perceptible, with the bright citrus note and contrasted pleasantly with the lavender.
Jungedi, Jungedi, thought Karl, this just keeps getting better.
So this little water he would not give up, no matter how much his dear one might fuss and how much people might gossip about his unusual taste. That was of no concern to him!
Jasmine, he thought, it can only be jasmine …
What a scent! Epochal!
And this subtle leather note … that was …! Gutmannsdörfer!
Masculine, that was him! Masculine, fresh, long-lasting. Simply wonderful.
Flawless!
Oh come on - Tadellöser!
Tadellöser and Wolff!
Margarete Kempowski shook her head in outrage.
Did Karl want to go out with that strange smell? What would people say?
After all, they belonged to the better society in Rostock …
"Well, what is it, my dear? It's just a French eau de toilette! Especially for a man of the world!"
Karl grinned a little suggestively.
"I brought it from France, so I wear it. Clear thing, and off we go!"
Margarete was not convinced.
"How can this be possible! Does it really have to be this stuff from France? Father would never wear anything like that!"
"It has to, my dear, it has to! And I am quite surprised. Your father always places such great value on coming from an old Huguenot family..."
Margarete nodded.
"Yes, that's true. The family of De Bonsac, the noblest blood! Noble in the 16th century ..."
"Well then, my dear, everything is fine. Didn't I bring you the finest French and Belgian chocolate? So let me have my fragrance. I'll splash a bit of French water on my face, and then out into the hostile life!"
Grinning, Karl immediately put his words into action.
"Aaaah … Tadellöser and Wolf! That's how it should be! Good for the thing!"
Margarete watched her husband. How can this be, she thought.
On his way to the office at the harbor, he enjoyed the fine scent that surrounded him. When had he ever smelled something so good?
With a buoyant step, he approached the yellow building.
"Oh, Mr. Kempowski …?!"
Karl turned around and politely lifted his hat. Kobialla had addressed him.
What an existence! What did he want so early in the morning?
"Mr. Kempowski, I have submitted the delivery papers. The ship can set sail tomorrow."
Pleased, Karl nodded.
"I'll reward him in later life. For now - thank you very much!"
He climbed the stairs and noticed out of the corner of his eye how Kobialla admired him, hat in hand and standing in half a bow.
It must be this eau de toilette, he thought.
Yes, yes, the French … they can do that!
Now that he was alone, he sniffed delightfully at his wrist, where he had wisely applied a few drops.
Lemon … how unusual! But it wasn't just lemon, it was also … hmmm …
Karl suddenly remembered how it always smelled in Lüder's grocery store.
Lemons, yes for sure … but old Lüder had earnestly explained to him back then, many years ago, that there were many more citrus fruits than just lemons.
There were also those bergamots, which smelled wonderfully and were mixed into tea in England …
Yes, those must be bergamots! You don't forget that scent once you've smelled it.
And what was that …? Karl furrowed his brow in adventurous folds. Something seemed vaguely familiar … that was … but of course!
Lavender.
Definitely lavender.
A cool lavender, reserved, elegant, framed by the bright yellow of the lemon and the green scent of the bergamot.
So these French …!
Yes indeed, they can do that, thought Karl.
How good that I took this little bottle with me when we passed through Grasse.
Ah yes, Grasse …
Karl smiled.
Good for the thing!
A soft, fruity accord mixed in quietly, but distinctly perceptible, with the bright citrus note and contrasted pleasantly with the lavender.
Jungedi, Jungedi, thought Karl, this just keeps getting better.
So this little water he would not give up, no matter how much his dear one might fuss and how much people might gossip about his unusual taste. That was of no concern to him!
Jasmine, he thought, it can only be jasmine …
What a scent! Epochal!
And this subtle leather note … that was …! Gutmannsdörfer!
Masculine, that was him! Masculine, fresh, long-lasting. Simply wonderful.
Flawless!
Oh come on - Tadellöser!
Tadellöser and Wolff!
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