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"Wallah, that's differently awesome!" Impressions from a bus stop. Or: Age restriction [not old enough?!]
A wonderful good morning to all early risers and a good night to all night owls!
What happens when 4ajbukoshka puts her moka pot on the stove after 4 PM, you will read about below, as Signorina once again couldn't sleep. So it's about an encounter, and this time the reason for the sleepless night is not "Signor Il Herzensbrecher," but "Samsara."
Samsara, it sounds like "Aramsamsam, aramsamsam, gulli gulli..." - you know what I mean. Odd name, I thought, before I read the explanation for it.
After that, however, Mufasa came to mind, who tells something about the eternal cycle of life, and suddenly I'm positively inclined towards this discovery.
I personally find the bee bottle absolutely adorable and would think it would be absolutely grand if perfume bottles were standardized like USB connections for phone chargers, so that they would all create a beautiful order, regardless of how many one has in the cupboard.
At what point are you actually old enough for a certain fragrance direction, a famous notorious perfume, or even just a certain brand?
And in what strange places does 4ajbukoshka roam?
These questions will hopefully be answered (approximately) in the following.
June 2021. 4ajbukoshka moves her round cat belly (not pregnant, just chubby) for once outside, and since it's raining AND she has a long way ahead, she does NOT take (her bike) Charly, but the bus. She actually hates bus rides, and as much as people love them, she hates them just as much, especially when they come in droves. However, wearing FFP-2 masks is mandatory, and people keep their distance. Not great conditions to test her effect on the environment, but at least good ones to sit undisturbed on the bus, read, and listen to music, or so 4ajbukoshka thought. And so it was.
Until... she got off to transfer. Unbeknownst to her, she stood there observing the people, as her phone battery was once again dead, and she was not the owner of a power bank (secretly, with a book in front of her nose, so that no one could easily observe her). Three teenagers got off the bus with her (age: estimated 12 - 19, depending on whether you look at them or listen to them).
1, wearing a fanny pack over her shoulder (Vaffanculo blin, why is that thing called a "fanny pack"?), clunky ugly sneakers, hair styled straight with a middle part and no frizz, let's call her Lena-Sophie (name invented, she is alternately addressed by person 2 AND 3 with Habibi, Mädschänn, and other nicknames, but only person 2 gives her a kiss on the mouth).
2, the guy with the (possibly fake) Gucci cap and AirPods is obviously her boyfriend, as he addresses person 1 with "Habibi," his name is (actually) Jamie.
3, guy with TikTok hairstyle, meaning: curly top, shaved sides (almost like Signor Il Herzensbrecher, of course less cute). Let's call him... Jeremy.
[...]
Jeremy: Eeey, do you have to exaggerate again? I told you, only the [beep]...
[...]
Lena-Sophie: [squeals and screams, apparently she is currently on the phone with her BFF, until the Instagram like from the wrong person separates them]
Jamie: Sick, man, sick.
Jeremy: Bro, I'm telling you [...] (4ajbukoshka's ears perk up. Russian? Ukrainian? Or Capital Bra listener? This could get interesting.)
[...]
Lena-Sophie: Wallah, it smells differently awesome. Sorry, babe, but Jeremy, is that you? Is that your thing again? What's it called again?
Jeremy, obviously just grown by fifty centimeters: Wallah, of course, who else? The loser there definitely not (nods at Jamie).
Jamie: Bro, watch who you're talking to. Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of my girlfriend?!
Jeremy: Skrrrr. Brother, what do you think of me? Am I someone who makes a scene?
Jamie: Kiss your hand, bro. Honor maaaaaan!
Lena-Sophie: But Beeebiiiii! Did I just ask you? What's up now, Jeremy?
Jeremy: No idea what you're talking about! Dude, what is she babbling about (looks at Jamie for help)?!
4ajbukoshka would have liked to intervene at this point and reveal herself as the source of the scent. But she prefers to keep her distance, remains silent, and wonders how they can perceive her from two meters away. Right now, she'd rather be invisible.
The bus arrives. After what feels like a hundred years. Everyone gets on, and a fourth person, Meltem, is waiting on the bus.
The conversations continue. Meltem is called "Bratina" by Jamie and Jeremy, Lena-Sophie calls her "Sweetie" or "Duuuu."
The digital display on the bus is broken.
4ajbukoshka hears a clearing of the throat.
Jeremy: Excuse me? Can you tell us what stop we are at and how long it will take us to get to the Bahnhofsplatz in Süd? The schedule has changed, and now the times in the app are no longer correct.
4ajbukoshka: Hey, I'm sorry, but my battery is dead; otherwise, I would have checked, I took a screenshot of it. But definitely more than 15 minutes.
Meltem: Give her your cable, look, she has an iPhone!
Jamie, trudging from the back row: Here, you can charge your phone if you like. (In the bus at the pole.)
After a short time, 4ajbukoshka's phone turns on.
Jeremy: Oh, do you speak Greek?
4ajbukoshka: No. Why?
Jeremy: I see the Greek alphabet on your phone (starts philosophizing about mathematics).
Lena-Sophie: Wallah, he likes her, right?
Jamie: Habibi, what do you THINK? He's just nice, mashallah. She's way too old for him.
4ajbukoshka secretly turns red. (K)A quarter of a century and already old?!
Well... that's how it is.
One moment you think you're young, and the next breath, really young people tell you that you're not. The (German) law is on 4ajbukoshka's side, as "young" is defined as anyone who has not yet completed their 27th year of life.
In her "young years," already considered old or TOO old for teenagers under 18, she strolls around with Samsara. And after she read several times today about age restrictions in a blog about the zeitgeist of perfume and that beyond 40 one should no longer wear gummy bear gourmands and similar scents, she will definitely do that even more in the future.
After all, the statement scent of her ten-year-old sister Princess was none other than No. 5, layered with countless other fragrances so that mom wouldn't recognize that her perfume cabinet had been plundered.
If 4ajbukoshka had dared, she would have recommended "Samsara" to Lena-Sophie today (or rather yesterday). So all that remains is the hope that Lena-Sophie will soon discover it, recognize it, and claim it for herself.
Because Samsara has a recognizability factor - and apparently also a strong aura, sillage, and longevity.
Flowers, interspersed with a hint of chewing gum, perhaps thanks to the peach, even more flowers that transform more and more towards soap/body lotion/creaminess, similar to Chanel's "Beige," the longer they dance their slow, wonderfully beautiful waltz with the skin, and occasionally swirl through the air in a cheeky-beautiful way...
Samsara is as romantic as glitter and Cinderella in glass dancing shoes, gliding carefree across the dance floor while her dress shifts between blue and pink.
What happens when 4ajbukoshka puts her moka pot on the stove after 4 PM, you will read about below, as Signorina once again couldn't sleep. So it's about an encounter, and this time the reason for the sleepless night is not "Signor Il Herzensbrecher," but "Samsara."
Samsara, it sounds like "Aramsamsam, aramsamsam, gulli gulli..." - you know what I mean. Odd name, I thought, before I read the explanation for it.
After that, however, Mufasa came to mind, who tells something about the eternal cycle of life, and suddenly I'm positively inclined towards this discovery.
I personally find the bee bottle absolutely adorable and would think it would be absolutely grand if perfume bottles were standardized like USB connections for phone chargers, so that they would all create a beautiful order, regardless of how many one has in the cupboard.
At what point are you actually old enough for a certain fragrance direction, a famous notorious perfume, or even just a certain brand?
And in what strange places does 4ajbukoshka roam?
These questions will hopefully be answered (approximately) in the following.
June 2021. 4ajbukoshka moves her round cat belly (not pregnant, just chubby) for once outside, and since it's raining AND she has a long way ahead, she does NOT take (her bike) Charly, but the bus. She actually hates bus rides, and as much as people love them, she hates them just as much, especially when they come in droves. However, wearing FFP-2 masks is mandatory, and people keep their distance. Not great conditions to test her effect on the environment, but at least good ones to sit undisturbed on the bus, read, and listen to music, or so 4ajbukoshka thought. And so it was.
Until... she got off to transfer. Unbeknownst to her, she stood there observing the people, as her phone battery was once again dead, and she was not the owner of a power bank (secretly, with a book in front of her nose, so that no one could easily observe her). Three teenagers got off the bus with her (age: estimated 12 - 19, depending on whether you look at them or listen to them).
1, wearing a fanny pack over her shoulder (Vaffanculo blin, why is that thing called a "fanny pack"?), clunky ugly sneakers, hair styled straight with a middle part and no frizz, let's call her Lena-Sophie (name invented, she is alternately addressed by person 2 AND 3 with Habibi, Mädschänn, and other nicknames, but only person 2 gives her a kiss on the mouth).
2, the guy with the (possibly fake) Gucci cap and AirPods is obviously her boyfriend, as he addresses person 1 with "Habibi," his name is (actually) Jamie.
3, guy with TikTok hairstyle, meaning: curly top, shaved sides (almost like Signor Il Herzensbrecher, of course less cute). Let's call him... Jeremy.
[...]
Jeremy: Eeey, do you have to exaggerate again? I told you, only the [beep]...
[...]
Lena-Sophie: [squeals and screams, apparently she is currently on the phone with her BFF, until the Instagram like from the wrong person separates them]
Jamie: Sick, man, sick.
Jeremy: Bro, I'm telling you [...] (4ajbukoshka's ears perk up. Russian? Ukrainian? Or Capital Bra listener? This could get interesting.)
[...]
Lena-Sophie: Wallah, it smells differently awesome. Sorry, babe, but Jeremy, is that you? Is that your thing again? What's it called again?
Jeremy, obviously just grown by fifty centimeters: Wallah, of course, who else? The loser there definitely not (nods at Jamie).
Jamie: Bro, watch who you're talking to. Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of my girlfriend?!
Jeremy: Skrrrr. Brother, what do you think of me? Am I someone who makes a scene?
Jamie: Kiss your hand, bro. Honor maaaaaan!
Lena-Sophie: But Beeebiiiii! Did I just ask you? What's up now, Jeremy?
Jeremy: No idea what you're talking about! Dude, what is she babbling about (looks at Jamie for help)?!
4ajbukoshka would have liked to intervene at this point and reveal herself as the source of the scent. But she prefers to keep her distance, remains silent, and wonders how they can perceive her from two meters away. Right now, she'd rather be invisible.
The bus arrives. After what feels like a hundred years. Everyone gets on, and a fourth person, Meltem, is waiting on the bus.
The conversations continue. Meltem is called "Bratina" by Jamie and Jeremy, Lena-Sophie calls her "Sweetie" or "Duuuu."
The digital display on the bus is broken.
4ajbukoshka hears a clearing of the throat.
Jeremy: Excuse me? Can you tell us what stop we are at and how long it will take us to get to the Bahnhofsplatz in Süd? The schedule has changed, and now the times in the app are no longer correct.
4ajbukoshka: Hey, I'm sorry, but my battery is dead; otherwise, I would have checked, I took a screenshot of it. But definitely more than 15 minutes.
Meltem: Give her your cable, look, she has an iPhone!
Jamie, trudging from the back row: Here, you can charge your phone if you like. (In the bus at the pole.)
After a short time, 4ajbukoshka's phone turns on.
Jeremy: Oh, do you speak Greek?
4ajbukoshka: No. Why?
Jeremy: I see the Greek alphabet on your phone (starts philosophizing about mathematics).
Lena-Sophie: Wallah, he likes her, right?
Jamie: Habibi, what do you THINK? He's just nice, mashallah. She's way too old for him.
4ajbukoshka secretly turns red. (K)A quarter of a century and already old?!
Well... that's how it is.
One moment you think you're young, and the next breath, really young people tell you that you're not. The (German) law is on 4ajbukoshka's side, as "young" is defined as anyone who has not yet completed their 27th year of life.
In her "young years," already considered old or TOO old for teenagers under 18, she strolls around with Samsara. And after she read several times today about age restrictions in a blog about the zeitgeist of perfume and that beyond 40 one should no longer wear gummy bear gourmands and similar scents, she will definitely do that even more in the future.
After all, the statement scent of her ten-year-old sister Princess was none other than No. 5, layered with countless other fragrances so that mom wouldn't recognize that her perfume cabinet had been plundered.
If 4ajbukoshka had dared, she would have recommended "Samsara" to Lena-Sophie today (or rather yesterday). So all that remains is the hope that Lena-Sophie will soon discover it, recognize it, and claim it for herself.
Because Samsara has a recognizability factor - and apparently also a strong aura, sillage, and longevity.
Flowers, interspersed with a hint of chewing gum, perhaps thanks to the peach, even more flowers that transform more and more towards soap/body lotion/creaminess, similar to Chanel's "Beige," the longer they dance their slow, wonderfully beautiful waltz with the skin, and occasionally swirl through the air in a cheeky-beautiful way...
Samsara is as romantic as glitter and Cinderella in glass dancing shoes, gliding carefree across the dance floor while her dress shifts between blue and pink.
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So enjoyable to read.
Samsara has been in my collection since the nineties. It's that red bottle.
But your comment was entertaining early in the morning; a real joy with my first coffee!