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Bye-Bye Shalimar…
This comment refers to the PERFUME, which is not listed here separately. However, since the EdP is also mentioned in my comment, it fits quite well here.
Once, a bottle stood on the shelf, with a cut glass cap like a blue crown, a ribbed shape made of transparent glass, a finely curved base, pale yellow contents.
From the mother of a friend, bought in the 1970s. A wonder bottle. It transformed two teenagers into seductive sirens, who wore tough leather jackets, striped jeans, and mesh muscle shirts with studded belts, and sported asymmetrically cut bobs in shimmering colors that added a touch of luxurious grandeur.
The scent also matched metallic red ballerinas, houndstooth mini skirts, and other fashion sins of the late 1980s. The music was provided by Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed, or the Sisters of Mercy, later Siouxsie and the Banshees, or DAF, Zatopek, and Jaki Liebezeit. The bottle emptied despite careful and economical use, and one day the inevitable happened: the liquid was gone, with only tiny remnants clinging to the glass hinting at the velvety, powdery, and lovely fragrance that had once been contained within.
Later, perhaps around the turn of the millennium, I acquired a bottle of Shalimar EdP - that was all I could afford - and although the scent did not quite reach the perfected composition of the perfume, it did provide some comfort in the absence of the original. This supply was also used up after years and soon needed to be replaced. Still, opportunities arose to enrich an evening with the familiar scent, and so another bottle of EdP was purchased. What a disappointment! The fragrance from the new formulations was just a shadow of its former beauty! But, I told myself, the perfume would be as it always was: lush, warm, enchanting.
And today - in search of an Oud et Bois - I wandered through the rooms of a familiar perfumery, saw a bottle of Shalimar, read: Parfum and thought: Why not take the opportunity - I hadn’t applied any scent - and with a nearly inaudible "pssscht," the finest mists met my wrist. I wanted to give the fragrance time to develop on my skin and made my way home without sniffing it.
Only after 30 minutes did I lean my nose to my wrist - and was simply overwhelmed with disappointment. What had already bothered me with the new EdP was also present here: no more harmony of the ingredients, no more former elegance, nothing left of the balance of noble nuances. Sharp, almost burning and intrusive.
Another perfume that has not passed its renewal. And I - I am sad that the once exquisite refinement, the enveloping softness of a great fragrance can now only live in my memory. Bye-Bye Shalimar!
On your journey through the decades, you have been lost to me. I miss you.
Once, a bottle stood on the shelf, with a cut glass cap like a blue crown, a ribbed shape made of transparent glass, a finely curved base, pale yellow contents.
From the mother of a friend, bought in the 1970s. A wonder bottle. It transformed two teenagers into seductive sirens, who wore tough leather jackets, striped jeans, and mesh muscle shirts with studded belts, and sported asymmetrically cut bobs in shimmering colors that added a touch of luxurious grandeur.
The scent also matched metallic red ballerinas, houndstooth mini skirts, and other fashion sins of the late 1980s. The music was provided by Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Lou Reed, or the Sisters of Mercy, later Siouxsie and the Banshees, or DAF, Zatopek, and Jaki Liebezeit. The bottle emptied despite careful and economical use, and one day the inevitable happened: the liquid was gone, with only tiny remnants clinging to the glass hinting at the velvety, powdery, and lovely fragrance that had once been contained within.
Later, perhaps around the turn of the millennium, I acquired a bottle of Shalimar EdP - that was all I could afford - and although the scent did not quite reach the perfected composition of the perfume, it did provide some comfort in the absence of the original. This supply was also used up after years and soon needed to be replaced. Still, opportunities arose to enrich an evening with the familiar scent, and so another bottle of EdP was purchased. What a disappointment! The fragrance from the new formulations was just a shadow of its former beauty! But, I told myself, the perfume would be as it always was: lush, warm, enchanting.
And today - in search of an Oud et Bois - I wandered through the rooms of a familiar perfumery, saw a bottle of Shalimar, read: Parfum and thought: Why not take the opportunity - I hadn’t applied any scent - and with a nearly inaudible "pssscht," the finest mists met my wrist. I wanted to give the fragrance time to develop on my skin and made my way home without sniffing it.
Only after 30 minutes did I lean my nose to my wrist - and was simply overwhelmed with disappointment. What had already bothered me with the new EdP was also present here: no more harmony of the ingredients, no more former elegance, nothing left of the balance of noble nuances. Sharp, almost burning and intrusive.
Another perfume that has not passed its renewal. And I - I am sad that the once exquisite refinement, the enveloping softness of a great fragrance can now only live in my memory. Bye-Bye Shalimar!
On your journey through the decades, you have been lost to me. I miss you.
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I used to be sooo in love with this scent...