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The lying eight or ..
... are there speed limits also for the flow of life?
End of the 80s, the birth year of Samsara: I had just turned 18, shortly before moving out of the parental home - have tried my best to bring the outer suddenly "adult woman's world" with the inner still-child girl in harmony. What inner strength wasn't there yet, I tried all the harder to demonstrate on the outside. For even more drama "Rouge noir" on the suitably deep dark red framed lips, and without coal black eyeliner I would hardly have gone out to the garbage can. Back then, punk girls wore holey fishnet stockings with a plaid skirt and black boots. The sultry "Loulou" was the olfactory ultimate for me at the time.
Until one day I - meanwhile arrived in the so-called business world - stumbled into a well-stocked perfumery in Hanover. Directly in front of the shelf with the Guerlain fragrances. "Shalimar" was allowed to move in with me first, for many years I was faithful to it. "Samsara"... i don't know. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but... but it's too much, too full, too... everything. Tested, on and off. In different versions. Never bought, because neither the "but" nor the "actually" wanted to give way. Mitsouko, L'heure bleue, Angelique Noire, Aqua Allegorias... moved in with me over the years. Samsara? Still no.
Until ... Time travel to the year 2021. The flow of life sometimes wild and rough, sometimes gentle and quiet, rarely boring. A gift especially of the last three years has been that it has become clearer and clearer what is real and belongs to me and what (or who) does not.
Walked into a perfumery again the other day, another new, again rather half-hearted attempt. Hmmm. Hmmm...?!!! First jasmine announces itself, still a bit prickly in the nose. Not for long though, ylang ylang and sandalwood and tonka bean play their very own harmonies to it. All of a sudden, a beautiful, heavenly overall tone rings out that keeps me warm and mellow throughout the rest of the day. And it went "zoom."
No more question... it's mine now. Whether I'm wearing jeans or a cashmere dress, I'm with me when I wear it. It's not the outside that matters.
Samsara ... a formidable name for a fragrance. At the same time one that is obviously up to him. Eternal wheel of life, becoming and being. Perhaps a certain maturity belongs to wear this fragrance
End of the 80s, the birth year of Samsara: I had just turned 18, shortly before moving out of the parental home - have tried my best to bring the outer suddenly "adult woman's world" with the inner still-child girl in harmony. What inner strength wasn't there yet, I tried all the harder to demonstrate on the outside. For even more drama "Rouge noir" on the suitably deep dark red framed lips, and without coal black eyeliner I would hardly have gone out to the garbage can. Back then, punk girls wore holey fishnet stockings with a plaid skirt and black boots. The sultry "Loulou" was the olfactory ultimate for me at the time.
Until one day I - meanwhile arrived in the so-called business world - stumbled into a well-stocked perfumery in Hanover. Directly in front of the shelf with the Guerlain fragrances. "Shalimar" was allowed to move in with me first, for many years I was faithful to it. "Samsara"... i don't know. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but... but it's too much, too full, too... everything. Tested, on and off. In different versions. Never bought, because neither the "but" nor the "actually" wanted to give way. Mitsouko, L'heure bleue, Angelique Noire, Aqua Allegorias... moved in with me over the years. Samsara? Still no.
Until ... Time travel to the year 2021. The flow of life sometimes wild and rough, sometimes gentle and quiet, rarely boring. A gift especially of the last three years has been that it has become clearer and clearer what is real and belongs to me and what (or who) does not.
Walked into a perfumery again the other day, another new, again rather half-hearted attempt. Hmmm. Hmmm...?!!! First jasmine announces itself, still a bit prickly in the nose. Not for long though, ylang ylang and sandalwood and tonka bean play their very own harmonies to it. All of a sudden, a beautiful, heavenly overall tone rings out that keeps me warm and mellow throughout the rest of the day. And it went "zoom."
No more question... it's mine now. Whether I'm wearing jeans or a cashmere dress, I'm with me when I wear it. It's not the outside that matters.
Samsara ... a formidable name for a fragrance. At the same time one that is obviously up to him. Eternal wheel of life, becoming and being. Perhaps a certain maturity belongs to wear this fragrance
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