Métalys

Metallica

Guerlain 2000

Actually, today was my day off.
I really just wanted to do the essentials and then: nothing!

Yesterday, I got a call from my daughter asking if I could take a load to the waste incineration because my car is bigger than hers... actually...
Before that, my boss had asked me to come to a training session today, it would be important... actually...
And actually, a helper was supposed to be there for that damn heavy sofa, but he didn't show up, and we had to heave that miserable thing into the car, it was completely wedged in there with a mattress on top, and oh mommy, is the frame coming too? Everything is possible when there's a will... it went in fine, but we only got it out with the help of the nice man at the waste incineration who looked at us, laughed, and said: how did you even get that in?
Off to the training, I thought it would be better to arrive a bit early.
The place was packed. Overflowing. No time to waste, right into the chaos!
The door opens, and one of my favorite customers walks in, normally her husband follows right behind her. He didn't come. A glance at her black clothing said it all.
Actually, I would have liked to be somewhere else. She looked gaunt, almost hunched as she walked in through the door. Her shoulders were slumped, you could see her sorrow.
Her gaze hit me right in the heart. I walked towards her, took her by the arm, and we zigzagged to the only free chair. She let herself fall, head down, and there she rested for a moment. I asked what I could do for her today.
Nothing. I could do absolutely nothing. She was just in the area, wanted to say hello.
I understood.
She was out to not be alone. Out to not be in the apartment.
We chatted. Actually, I was off, I really shouldn't be here, but then I could have a little chat.
Metallica surrounded me. This almost otherworldly vanilla that I kept inhaling, its scent caught me, preventing me from crying when I saw her tears. It was Metallica that formed a shield around me, whose expression and passion uplifted me.
Metallica is power, a sense for emotions, Metallica is not a cuddly companion.
No, at first it is rough and rugged, I know that bergamot at the beginning very well by now.
Until the flowers come to light, and then it becomes more beautiful, clearer, deeper, more familiar, and soul-colored with every passing minute.
She just stayed seated, I with her, she told a little now and then.
And when she finally stood up, she straightened herself and said:
the time we have with our loved ones is so precious. Nothing else matters in life.

Yes. Everything else is not important.
Thank you, Guerlain, for allowing me to wear this fragrance. If you ever come up with the idea to bring it back, I would be very inclined to let it settle here.
But not for this ridiculous, completely inflated price. Metallica is not a special scent in the heavenly realm, one must be fair and say that there are many similarly wonderful fragrances.
It will find lovers, and some will get furrowed brows at the price.
Or a quickened pulse.

I wear it very, very gladly; it makes moments somehow special.

Actually, I wanted to write something completely different about Metallica. But today it fits quite well, even if my comment is not a shining example of a fragrance description....