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Miss Rottenmeier? I don't know her!
When I think of chypre fragrances, I still think of my mother. I'm ten or eleven years old and it became clear so early on how different our tastes are. I don't like her clothes, her bags or her perfumes. Only her shoes in the tiny size 36 with the high heels I find exciting, because at that age they fitted me, even if only for a short time and I could stumble around the flat in them. It did look like Sandra Bullock in Miss Congeniality, but hey, I was a kid!
Please don't misunderstand. I love my mother very much and of course appreciate her taste, even though there are various situations to this day where I roll my eyes first. When we had moved into the house here about eight years ago, in which my parents had previously lived, the piggy-pink wallpaper in the stairwell had to be painted over first. Help! Eye cancer!
Exactly this feeling give me Chypredüfte mostly still today. I see an extremely dressed up person in front of me, flashy and colorful dressed with accessories, about which it is arguable whether you actually need them. I also see a hairstyle that only holds together with a ton of hairspray. And I smell aldehydes, soap galbanum. Then a voice inside me keeps yelling "that's not you" and then that's usually it for the scent test. The end. Quitting time.
But there are also Chypreduffte (I've learned in the meantime), which are so delicate, so beautiful, so fragile even, that they break this image tattooed in my brain and the little Polly just perceives the fragrance as such and thinks "how beautiful is that!" That's what happened with Guerlain's Liu and even more clearly with this fine fragrance by Scherrer from 1979, when I was just two years old. The madness!
This Scherrer shows me namely that Galbanum can also very, very different. In this fragrance, the often fun note is a delicate, almost elf-like creature that takes me by the hand. A bit of citrus plays in at the beginning and then come very fine florals. My jasmine is there and a tiny bit of rose. The whole is unspeakably elegant, tough of course, but never harsh. Miss Rottenmeier? Who is she? I don't know her. The base, dominated by oakmoss and vetiver, which I also love, is soft and fluffy. How can that be? No musk, no vanilla, and yet I just find this to be delicate, well-groomed, and so beautiful.
Scherrer smells like a woman who is simply beautiful. She is beautiful and she knows what she wants. She doesn't need flashy clothes. It also goes quite simple.
Of course, I'm not at all sure I could and would want to wear a fragrance like that. It would probably need the right occasion, which would let me grab once not to the usual, but to something completely new. Nevertheless, I am enchanted by a really beautiful fragrance. Yes, so slowly I think, Polly and Chypre, that could go after all.
Thank you, dear Gandix. Since you had absolutely the right nose.
Please don't misunderstand. I love my mother very much and of course appreciate her taste, even though there are various situations to this day where I roll my eyes first. When we had moved into the house here about eight years ago, in which my parents had previously lived, the piggy-pink wallpaper in the stairwell had to be painted over first. Help! Eye cancer!
Exactly this feeling give me Chypredüfte mostly still today. I see an extremely dressed up person in front of me, flashy and colorful dressed with accessories, about which it is arguable whether you actually need them. I also see a hairstyle that only holds together with a ton of hairspray. And I smell aldehydes, soap galbanum. Then a voice inside me keeps yelling "that's not you" and then that's usually it for the scent test. The end. Quitting time.
But there are also Chypreduffte (I've learned in the meantime), which are so delicate, so beautiful, so fragile even, that they break this image tattooed in my brain and the little Polly just perceives the fragrance as such and thinks "how beautiful is that!" That's what happened with Guerlain's Liu and even more clearly with this fine fragrance by Scherrer from 1979, when I was just two years old. The madness!
This Scherrer shows me namely that Galbanum can also very, very different. In this fragrance, the often fun note is a delicate, almost elf-like creature that takes me by the hand. A bit of citrus plays in at the beginning and then come very fine florals. My jasmine is there and a tiny bit of rose. The whole is unspeakably elegant, tough of course, but never harsh. Miss Rottenmeier? Who is she? I don't know her. The base, dominated by oakmoss and vetiver, which I also love, is soft and fluffy. How can that be? No musk, no vanilla, and yet I just find this to be delicate, well-groomed, and so beautiful.
Scherrer smells like a woman who is simply beautiful. She is beautiful and she knows what she wants. She doesn't need flashy clothes. It also goes quite simple.
Of course, I'm not at all sure I could and would want to wear a fragrance like that. It would probably need the right occasion, which would let me grab once not to the usual, but to something completely new. Nevertheless, I am enchanted by a really beautiful fragrance. Yes, so slowly I think, Polly and Chypre, that could go after all.
Thank you, dear Gandix. Since you had absolutely the right nose.
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