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Connected with migratory birds
I swear that was her scent.
Strictly braided bun.
The brown fur cap always had to sit at an angle on Her Highness's head when she was taken out in her turtleneck. The scent hung in her coat, the white blouses, the fabric pants. Yes, even in her breathtaking jewelry: the necklace made of light silver, filigree flowers. Beautiful to kneel down to. And then there was the particularly extravagant one with the many large, blackened spiders crawling between shimmering gold amber stones. It takes courage to wear something like that.
That's what she used to wear.
Her long, white-grey hair, so beautiful when it hung loose in a hundred little waves down her back.
"You're just as pretty as your grandmother," they said to me. Yes, of course that was exactly what a young girl wanted to hear. To be as beautiful as an 80-year-old. Maybe the silly uncles and aunts just liked the way my jaw dropped at this compliment. It always made me feel unspeakably old - at least as old as them.
At least we had the melancholy in common back then.
In the 1920s, she was a member of the Wandervögeln, a youth movement that was close to nature and wanted to break out of the constraints of middle-class life, driven by the desire for freedom and naturalness. So you were a kind of early hippie, Grandma?
She loved telling fairy tales to the children from the neighborhood on the street in front of the house.
She was cruel. Nothing and no one could ever live up to her expectations.
Two husbands, two wars, 6 children... She experienced so much. So little was left of her when she lived with us. Her lack of interest in us children was boundless. Nobody built the bridge. We never got to know each other again.
She remains unknown to me, a mystery.
Mitsouko is a melancholy fragrance. But it also provides comfort. The good friend, mother, grandmother who takes you in her arms, who knows life. With all its ups and downs.
Mitsouko smells close to nature, above all spicy and mossy, delicate and soft. Apart.
The subtle peach note lends it a light sweetness and friendliness. Flowers quietly and creamily subordinate themselves to the fragrance.
Green, blurred gardens at the edge of the forest at dusk, my nose tells me.
Memories of the past.
But there is also elegance, sophistication, even a certain solemnity in the fragrance.
Mitsouko, where haven't you been? At countless theatrical performances, in circle circles, at funerals, at social gatherings, serious conversations, lonely walks...Yes, even at the film shoot with Charlie Chaplin...
When the going gets tough, when things get serious, or when I just want to feel connected to the past and to nature,
also with the generation of our grandmothers, who lived so differently from us, had so many exciting, amazing stories to tell, or could have told, and in the end were people and women just like us...
So if I want to feel connected, then it has to be Mitsouko.
With Mitsouko, I am an adult, a child of nature and yet at home in urban life, protected by the good spirits of the past.
Mitsouko, the "child of light" is the art of fragrance,
Fragrance magic that you don't often find.
Strictly braided bun.
The brown fur cap always had to sit at an angle on Her Highness's head when she was taken out in her turtleneck. The scent hung in her coat, the white blouses, the fabric pants. Yes, even in her breathtaking jewelry: the necklace made of light silver, filigree flowers. Beautiful to kneel down to. And then there was the particularly extravagant one with the many large, blackened spiders crawling between shimmering gold amber stones. It takes courage to wear something like that.
That's what she used to wear.
Her long, white-grey hair, so beautiful when it hung loose in a hundred little waves down her back.
"You're just as pretty as your grandmother," they said to me. Yes, of course that was exactly what a young girl wanted to hear. To be as beautiful as an 80-year-old. Maybe the silly uncles and aunts just liked the way my jaw dropped at this compliment. It always made me feel unspeakably old - at least as old as them.
At least we had the melancholy in common back then.
In the 1920s, she was a member of the Wandervögeln, a youth movement that was close to nature and wanted to break out of the constraints of middle-class life, driven by the desire for freedom and naturalness. So you were a kind of early hippie, Grandma?
She loved telling fairy tales to the children from the neighborhood on the street in front of the house.
She was cruel. Nothing and no one could ever live up to her expectations.
Two husbands, two wars, 6 children... She experienced so much. So little was left of her when she lived with us. Her lack of interest in us children was boundless. Nobody built the bridge. We never got to know each other again.
She remains unknown to me, a mystery.
Mitsouko is a melancholy fragrance. But it also provides comfort. The good friend, mother, grandmother who takes you in her arms, who knows life. With all its ups and downs.
Mitsouko smells close to nature, above all spicy and mossy, delicate and soft. Apart.
The subtle peach note lends it a light sweetness and friendliness. Flowers quietly and creamily subordinate themselves to the fragrance.
Green, blurred gardens at the edge of the forest at dusk, my nose tells me.
Memories of the past.
But there is also elegance, sophistication, even a certain solemnity in the fragrance.
Mitsouko, where haven't you been? At countless theatrical performances, in circle circles, at funerals, at social gatherings, serious conversations, lonely walks...Yes, even at the film shoot with Charlie Chaplin...
When the going gets tough, when things get serious, or when I just want to feel connected to the past and to nature,
also with the generation of our grandmothers, who lived so differently from us, had so many exciting, amazing stories to tell, or could have told, and in the end were people and women just like us...
So if I want to feel connected, then it has to be Mitsouko.
With Mitsouko, I am an adult, a child of nature and yet at home in urban life, protected by the good spirits of the past.
Mitsouko, the "child of light" is the art of fragrance,
Fragrance magic that you don't often find.
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