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Serenissima
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Paris is worth the trip!
That's certainly what many participants in the French courses at the Volkshochschule Berlin-Wedding thought. From a certain level of proficiency, a bus trip to Paris lasting several days took place regularly; the rush was always very large.
From Berlin to Paris by bus: mon Dieu!
The lecturer (a Frenchwoman, also married in second marriage to a German, to the grief of her parents) always came back quite exhausted.
Of course, these were all grown-up people; but they all attached importance to her company: she was also a charming entertaining woman.
Apart from obligatory city tours and walks, there was also plenty of free time for each participant to fill.
Of course, the - mainly - young women wanted to go dress hunting and stand wide-eyed in amazement in front of the fashion store windows, while the male participants were mostly more interested in the nightlife. (Hopefully they weren't disappointed!)
I don't think much has changed here since the mid-eighties!
Now whether they stopped by Hermès main store, I don't know, of course; I wasn't there!
All I know is that when I was first introduced to this fragrance, I didn't waste a thought on the origin of its name.
I met a heavenly fragrance creation whose roots I didn't necessarily need to know.
I probably wasn't alone in that at the time; we didn't have to question everything!
That was the time of the "golden era" of fragrances: the most diverse perfumes sprouted and unfolded like crocuses in spring!
"Pick me!" they cried!
Each coutier had to launch at least one fragrance of his name, and with the introduction of miniatures, it was not difficult either to sniff here and there, to fall in love or even to fall out of love quickly!
Oh, I loved those little flacons with the surprising contents. And unlike many of the "grown-ups," they survived, too.
In the days when "24, Faubourg" crossed my path, most women's fragrances were warm and sensual: full of opulence, glitz and glamour!
And rarely was the question, "Can I have a little more?" answered in the negative!
Hach! Sometimes I think our offices all smelled a bit like a "seven-story whorehouse" back then (as a boss of mine once put it: What a shame I felt back then!)!
But the aldehydes alone made everything sparkle and ignited the most beautiful fragrance fireworks.
And only the gardenia: Did not every bon vivant wear a gardenia blossom on his tuxedo jacket?
Does not this flower surround the scent of the slightly wicked?
When Turandot writes that she was afraid of disappearing under this power of scent, I can well understand her today: for such a quiet and reserved woman as Turandot, such a formidable beauty could already become a danger.
I wonder today why I didn't feel the same way back then, when I was still so much more shy. Probably I needed this glamour as a background for my self-expression!
Of course, in the course of time, "24, Faubourg" was also replaced by other favorites; both the eau de parfum and the eau de toilette disappeared from my life.
It became interesting again only in the years here at "Parfumo":
Do I have this fragrance power still correctly in memory?
So I accepted Floramalia's offer to choose bottlings from her collection, thankfully and of course enthusiastically.
So "24, Faubourg" came as Eau de Parfum again so me.
And my memory did not deceive me!
Golden shining and floral-sensual smelling this work of art is still.
The top note alone is a veritable orgy of fragrance; the entrance to a veritable "Scented Garden of Eden."
Orange and peach, ripe and juicy, have been generously combined with hyacinth and ylang-ylang:
alone nothing for fragrance purists!
The way into the world of classic women's fragrances is hereby opened:
Of course, jasmine and iris may not be missing; extraordinary is the cleverly added dose of black elderberry.
These generous gifts of fragrance are complemented by noble large-flowered gardenias; impressive in their beauty and so also "24, Faubourg" dominating.
Amazingly harmoniously blends the delicate, transparent fragrance tip of the orange blossoms:
Who would have thought that this fragility so wonderfully arranged with the now almost powerful composition: it does not go down! No, it underlines this elegance in the finest way!
Thus, the bridge from the aroma of the heart-warming orange blossom to the sensual-warm vanilla is also quickly spanned!
Each of these two nuances entices in its own charismatic way; both together are simply magical.
Since "24, Faubourg" is all woman, of course, the eroticizing components such as voluptuous dripping sandalwood oil and languidly flowing patchouli fragrance currents may not be missing.
And of course amber!
What would be a delightful women's fragrance without golden amber sparkle?
Thus, the intoxicating beauty of this fragrance composition weighs skillfully on the classics of the base note.
Of course, the durability is exceptional: once conquered, "24, Faubourg" proves to be very faithful. Even in the morning after application, its magic is present.
And "the morning after" even more so!
"24, Faubourg" is a real woman and thus also a little slut; not exactly wicked, but ...
And to return to the title-giving old hit:
Paris, that's "La Femme" - toujours, toujours, toujours "la Femme"!
Whereas this gem now does not have to be an everyday fragrance, but it can be good.
Anyway, I have so found a fitting conclusion for my 555th comment.
I dedicate this to Floramalia: she deserves it as a thank you for the generous bottlings!
And now: curtain! Tush! (And maybe even applause?)
From Berlin to Paris by bus: mon Dieu!
The lecturer (a Frenchwoman, also married in second marriage to a German, to the grief of her parents) always came back quite exhausted.
Of course, these were all grown-up people; but they all attached importance to her company: she was also a charming entertaining woman.
Apart from obligatory city tours and walks, there was also plenty of free time for each participant to fill.
Of course, the - mainly - young women wanted to go dress hunting and stand wide-eyed in amazement in front of the fashion store windows, while the male participants were mostly more interested in the nightlife. (Hopefully they weren't disappointed!)
I don't think much has changed here since the mid-eighties!
Now whether they stopped by Hermès main store, I don't know, of course; I wasn't there!
All I know is that when I was first introduced to this fragrance, I didn't waste a thought on the origin of its name.
I met a heavenly fragrance creation whose roots I didn't necessarily need to know.
I probably wasn't alone in that at the time; we didn't have to question everything!
That was the time of the "golden era" of fragrances: the most diverse perfumes sprouted and unfolded like crocuses in spring!
"Pick me!" they cried!
Each coutier had to launch at least one fragrance of his name, and with the introduction of miniatures, it was not difficult either to sniff here and there, to fall in love or even to fall out of love quickly!
Oh, I loved those little flacons with the surprising contents. And unlike many of the "grown-ups," they survived, too.
In the days when "24, Faubourg" crossed my path, most women's fragrances were warm and sensual: full of opulence, glitz and glamour!
And rarely was the question, "Can I have a little more?" answered in the negative!
Hach! Sometimes I think our offices all smelled a bit like a "seven-story whorehouse" back then (as a boss of mine once put it: What a shame I felt back then!)!
But the aldehydes alone made everything sparkle and ignited the most beautiful fragrance fireworks.
And only the gardenia: Did not every bon vivant wear a gardenia blossom on his tuxedo jacket?
Does not this flower surround the scent of the slightly wicked?
When Turandot writes that she was afraid of disappearing under this power of scent, I can well understand her today: for such a quiet and reserved woman as Turandot, such a formidable beauty could already become a danger.
I wonder today why I didn't feel the same way back then, when I was still so much more shy. Probably I needed this glamour as a background for my self-expression!
Of course, in the course of time, "24, Faubourg" was also replaced by other favorites; both the eau de parfum and the eau de toilette disappeared from my life.
It became interesting again only in the years here at "Parfumo":
Do I have this fragrance power still correctly in memory?
So I accepted Floramalia's offer to choose bottlings from her collection, thankfully and of course enthusiastically.
So "24, Faubourg" came as Eau de Parfum again so me.
And my memory did not deceive me!
Golden shining and floral-sensual smelling this work of art is still.
The top note alone is a veritable orgy of fragrance; the entrance to a veritable "Scented Garden of Eden."
Orange and peach, ripe and juicy, have been generously combined with hyacinth and ylang-ylang:
alone nothing for fragrance purists!
The way into the world of classic women's fragrances is hereby opened:
Of course, jasmine and iris may not be missing; extraordinary is the cleverly added dose of black elderberry.
These generous gifts of fragrance are complemented by noble large-flowered gardenias; impressive in their beauty and so also "24, Faubourg" dominating.
Amazingly harmoniously blends the delicate, transparent fragrance tip of the orange blossoms:
Who would have thought that this fragility so wonderfully arranged with the now almost powerful composition: it does not go down! No, it underlines this elegance in the finest way!
Thus, the bridge from the aroma of the heart-warming orange blossom to the sensual-warm vanilla is also quickly spanned!
Each of these two nuances entices in its own charismatic way; both together are simply magical.
Since "24, Faubourg" is all woman, of course, the eroticizing components such as voluptuous dripping sandalwood oil and languidly flowing patchouli fragrance currents may not be missing.
And of course amber!
What would be a delightful women's fragrance without golden amber sparkle?
Thus, the intoxicating beauty of this fragrance composition weighs skillfully on the classics of the base note.
Of course, the durability is exceptional: once conquered, "24, Faubourg" proves to be very faithful. Even in the morning after application, its magic is present.
And "the morning after" even more so!
"24, Faubourg" is a real woman and thus also a little slut; not exactly wicked, but ...
And to return to the title-giving old hit:
Paris, that's "La Femme" - toujours, toujours, toujours "la Femme"!
Whereas this gem now does not have to be an everyday fragrance, but it can be good.
Anyway, I have so found a fitting conclusion for my 555th comment.
I dedicate this to Floramalia: she deserves it as a thank you for the generous bottlings!
And now: curtain! Tush! (And maybe even applause?)
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