
Aura
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			Gaffer’s Delight
			
										“Caution on the A9! After an accident, onlookers cause a traffic jam and hinder emergency services. Please drive past the accident scene quickly!”
I would never hinder emergency services! I drive past quickly, take the next exit, drive back a bit, and find a spot that doesn’t obstruct emergency services from which I can gawk.
So yes, I am an onlooker. But no, I certainly do not revel in the misfortune or suffering of others. As soon as pain is involved for humans or animals, I’m out.
I prefer natural disasters. Tornadoes, sinkholes, avalanches, volcanic eruptions, etc. - the explosive power simply fascinates and captivates me. Like a particularly nasty, long-simmering pimple that suddenly bursts, and… by the way, there are videos of that on YouTube too. I tried it once, but it wasn’t for me.
I’m a fan of Abigail and Brittany Hensel, the conjoined twins with two heads and one body. I watch Grey’s Anatomy less for the endlessly annoying back-and-forth between Meredith and Derek and more for the onlooker-friendly staged emergencies like “impaled by a branch” and the like. It’s all just acting here… I think the desire to gawk comes from the fact that it offers a change for the eye, something extraordinary. But there are also things I can and will not look at. For example, wildlife documentaries where crocodiles catapult their massive bodies out of shallow water to snatch a bite of gazelle. I switch away.
So there are two kinds of disasters: those I look away from and those I gawk at.
Similarly, there are two kinds of perfume disasters: those I wash off as quickly as possible and those I have to keep sniffing despite all their disastrous qualities.
Café vert belongs in the second category. It has been mentioned here several times: it is incomparable, a real change for the nose.
If you have a headache and no aspirin on hand, you can just squeeze lemon juice into a coffee. It’s the same: caffeine and vitamin C. My boss made that for me once during my training. Creepy, but it works.
I actually find Café vert creepy too, and it certainly doesn’t help to chase away headaches (quite the opposite). This mandarin-grapefruit note is disharmonious, initially promising a refreshing summer juice, only to be topped off with green, unripe coffee when served. But hey, a rhubarb and onion tarte flambée is at the top of my to-cook list, so I’m open to new and unusual things.
The scent is thoroughly green and unripe. Especially when spraying it on, I recoil. But then, as it develops and mingles with the warmth of the skin, when the flowers gracefully decorate the disharmony, I revel in this disaster, and my nose is in a blissfully indulgent gawking mode.
Above all, it gawks at the coffee, which I don’t smell as dominant, but rather like the spectacular disaster that one unfortunately has a poor view of due to the oversized grapefruit. That’s what makes it exciting: you don’t get to see/smell everything; it remains implied. And just like with a 150-pound stripper on a pole dancing (also a kind of natural disaster), that’s a good thing. And indeed, once you’ve gawked enough and lean back to relax, everything becomes smoother and more pleasant, the outburst subsides, and the flowers begin to grow over the battlefield.
Café vert is certainly not for every day; you have to be in the mood for it. But most of us have so many fragrances anyway that none of them are used daily - that’s not a disaster either.
							I would never hinder emergency services! I drive past quickly, take the next exit, drive back a bit, and find a spot that doesn’t obstruct emergency services from which I can gawk.
So yes, I am an onlooker. But no, I certainly do not revel in the misfortune or suffering of others. As soon as pain is involved for humans or animals, I’m out.
I prefer natural disasters. Tornadoes, sinkholes, avalanches, volcanic eruptions, etc. - the explosive power simply fascinates and captivates me. Like a particularly nasty, long-simmering pimple that suddenly bursts, and… by the way, there are videos of that on YouTube too. I tried it once, but it wasn’t for me.
I’m a fan of Abigail and Brittany Hensel, the conjoined twins with two heads and one body. I watch Grey’s Anatomy less for the endlessly annoying back-and-forth between Meredith and Derek and more for the onlooker-friendly staged emergencies like “impaled by a branch” and the like. It’s all just acting here… I think the desire to gawk comes from the fact that it offers a change for the eye, something extraordinary. But there are also things I can and will not look at. For example, wildlife documentaries where crocodiles catapult their massive bodies out of shallow water to snatch a bite of gazelle. I switch away.
So there are two kinds of disasters: those I look away from and those I gawk at.
Similarly, there are two kinds of perfume disasters: those I wash off as quickly as possible and those I have to keep sniffing despite all their disastrous qualities.
Café vert belongs in the second category. It has been mentioned here several times: it is incomparable, a real change for the nose.
If you have a headache and no aspirin on hand, you can just squeeze lemon juice into a coffee. It’s the same: caffeine and vitamin C. My boss made that for me once during my training. Creepy, but it works.
I actually find Café vert creepy too, and it certainly doesn’t help to chase away headaches (quite the opposite). This mandarin-grapefruit note is disharmonious, initially promising a refreshing summer juice, only to be topped off with green, unripe coffee when served. But hey, a rhubarb and onion tarte flambée is at the top of my to-cook list, so I’m open to new and unusual things.
The scent is thoroughly green and unripe. Especially when spraying it on, I recoil. But then, as it develops and mingles with the warmth of the skin, when the flowers gracefully decorate the disharmony, I revel in this disaster, and my nose is in a blissfully indulgent gawking mode.
Above all, it gawks at the coffee, which I don’t smell as dominant, but rather like the spectacular disaster that one unfortunately has a poor view of due to the oversized grapefruit. That’s what makes it exciting: you don’t get to see/smell everything; it remains implied. And just like with a 150-pound stripper on a pole dancing (also a kind of natural disaster), that’s a good thing. And indeed, once you’ve gawked enough and lean back to relax, everything becomes smoother and more pleasant, the outburst subsides, and the flowers begin to grow over the battlefield.
Café vert is certainly not for every day; you have to be in the mood for it. But most of us have so many fragrances anyway that none of them are used daily - that’s not a disaster either.
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 Top Notes
 Top Notes					 Mandarin orange
Mandarin orange Pink grapefruit
Pink grapefruit Heart Notes
 Heart Notes					 Geranium
Geranium Cyclamen
Cyclamen Jasmine
Jasmine Base Notes
 Base Notes					 Coffee
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