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sorry no ode....
For a long time I did not dare, held my nose for too untrained to grasp such a classic at all.
Now it was time, I felt ready, have a sample Shalimar EdT ersoukt, looking forward to it and prepared the test time.
2 sprays on the wrist, waited briefly and then sniffed expectantly.....
But.....
Momentarily I feel transported back to the living room of my great aunt. A sophisticated, resolute woman who had come to the Big City from the small village through what she always said was a thoughtful marriage. As a widow, she had escaped the hustle and bustle of the big city and come back to the country. She liked me and always wanted to take me under her wing. I was too shy, maybe too intimidated by her kind, so I sat there, sinking deeper and deeper into the much too soft armchair, the air smelled dusty, sweet, of the furniture polish in the ornate buffet cabinet next to me, the bouquet of flowers on the table, had been in the same water for too long, and I tried to breathe as shallowly as possible because with each breath the air seemed to grow thicker. On the one hand, I wanted to get away, away from the smell and away from her monologue about her life, her travels, the importance of good looks and proper manners, her advice regarding the world of men, but on the other hand, she fascinated me. She was different from all the women I had met up to that point, no even different from all the people I knew - conventions didn't matter to her, she did what she wanted, when she wanted and how she wanted, but she was also stubborn, argumentative and didn't care about the feelings of others.....
For my nose, there is a constant battle going on with this fragrance: the bergamot screams "here I am, I am tart"; iris, jasmine and rose can't agree on who is the most beautiful, the most radiant now; the balsamic notes are so strict with vanilla and tonka that the stand intimidated in the fragrance pyramid and dare not unfold. At first I hoped that the notes would quickly agree and then the glorious, radiant scent I was looking forward to would emerge, but even after hours the battle raged fiercely - to my nose, vanilla and tonka must have won overnight and stand wearily on the battlefield - but each time waiting until the battle is over to then smell vanilla????
I am aware that this fragrance is a classic, that it was loved long before I was born and is still loved by many, many people, that it is masterfully composed, only for me it is not a wearable fragrance - yet I would have wanted to like it so much....
Nevertheless, it will get a place of honor with me and I will also take a look every now and then (maybe a little of the stubbornness of my great aunt is also in me)
Now it was time, I felt ready, have a sample Shalimar EdT ersoukt, looking forward to it and prepared the test time.
2 sprays on the wrist, waited briefly and then sniffed expectantly.....
But.....
Momentarily I feel transported back to the living room of my great aunt. A sophisticated, resolute woman who had come to the Big City from the small village through what she always said was a thoughtful marriage. As a widow, she had escaped the hustle and bustle of the big city and come back to the country. She liked me and always wanted to take me under her wing. I was too shy, maybe too intimidated by her kind, so I sat there, sinking deeper and deeper into the much too soft armchair, the air smelled dusty, sweet, of the furniture polish in the ornate buffet cabinet next to me, the bouquet of flowers on the table, had been in the same water for too long, and I tried to breathe as shallowly as possible because with each breath the air seemed to grow thicker. On the one hand, I wanted to get away, away from the smell and away from her monologue about her life, her travels, the importance of good looks and proper manners, her advice regarding the world of men, but on the other hand, she fascinated me. She was different from all the women I had met up to that point, no even different from all the people I knew - conventions didn't matter to her, she did what she wanted, when she wanted and how she wanted, but she was also stubborn, argumentative and didn't care about the feelings of others.....
For my nose, there is a constant battle going on with this fragrance: the bergamot screams "here I am, I am tart"; iris, jasmine and rose can't agree on who is the most beautiful, the most radiant now; the balsamic notes are so strict with vanilla and tonka that the stand intimidated in the fragrance pyramid and dare not unfold. At first I hoped that the notes would quickly agree and then the glorious, radiant scent I was looking forward to would emerge, but even after hours the battle raged fiercely - to my nose, vanilla and tonka must have won overnight and stand wearily on the battlefield - but each time waiting until the battle is over to then smell vanilla????
I am aware that this fragrance is a classic, that it was loved long before I was born and is still loved by many, many people, that it is masterfully composed, only for me it is not a wearable fragrance - yet I would have wanted to like it so much....
Nevertheless, it will get a place of honor with me and I will also take a look every now and then (maybe a little of the stubbornness of my great aunt is also in me)
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