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Yesterday once more (The Carpenters)
When I was young
I'd listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long last friend
All the songs I loved so well
Every Sha-la-lala
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they_re startin' to sing's
So fine
When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more!
Who remembers this song by the once so famous (now sadly almost forgotten) "Carpenters" as vividly as I do?
I still enjoy listening to them today; Karen's indescribable voice gives me goosebumps time and again!
The first encounter with "Afghane" catapulted me back to that time.
A time when I was young; just back in the city after almost two years.
Before that, I was on assignment in the GDR; we commuted regularly, only spending weekends at home.
Thus began a completely different era for me at the end of the seventies.
I got to know my apartment properly for the first time and had to settle down again.
"Afghane" reminds me of the wide, brightly printed cotton skirts that were sometimes so tedious to iron; of white "Carmen blouses" that playfully left both shoulders bare - or not.
The integrated elastic made it possible to reduce the neckline in the office and on public transport (who likes to be groped?).
This scent simply evokes endless summers filled with nights of dancing and slightly heavy heads the next morning, too much alcohol, too many cigarettes!
And the little feet in the light shoes with high heels hurt; the soles weren't really danced through; but it sometimes felt almost like that!
I also encounter the somewhat soapy aldehydes first, like Yatagan; but this impression fades very quickly. Their unmistakable glow becomes clear and pure again right after.
Flowers, I suspect garden carnations and many white blooming floral beings, jasmine is definitely among them, make a powerful appearance, just as we liked back then.
Woods, not yet from the hardware store, but aged from the forests: light beech seems to smell noble. I love fireplace fires with beech wood; perhaps that's why the sympathy here is so great.
Spices, like cloves - fitting with the floral accents, nutmeg and a bit of cinnamon flatter my senses.
Earthy oak moss and spicy, heavy incense also raise their heads: they join in the dance of this exciting, albeit today somewhat antiquated fragrance composition.
The "little creature" mentioned by Gerdi as the highlight of the scent reminds me of civet: an animalistic passion now surges forth that had been quietly slumbering until now.
"Afghane" becomes "big cinema": enjoyed together in the darkness of the car at the drive-in - wasn't that something?
"Blockbuster" is what we would call it today, and do drive-ins even still exist?
I've become too old and too comfortable to check that out!
In any case, "Afghane" offers me a head cinema that I didn't actually expect.
I'm surprised, but also thrilled!
The colorful past overwhelms me, is joyfully welcomed after some hesitation: how could I have forgotten this time?
The longevity of the scents from this era was usually quite remarkable; they lived with us, never even thought about disappearing after just a few hours.
They were loyal and accompanied us through days and nights. In the mornings, they sometimes smelled a bit musty; but we weren't exactly fresh then either!
"Afghane" was generously filled in the beautifully decorated birthday package: thank you so much, my love!
I was actually hesitant to start testing, not knowing what to expect!
Now I know: "It's Yesterday once more!"
I'd listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long last friend
All the songs I loved so well
Every Sha-la-lala
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they_re startin' to sing's
So fine
When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more!
Who remembers this song by the once so famous (now sadly almost forgotten) "Carpenters" as vividly as I do?
I still enjoy listening to them today; Karen's indescribable voice gives me goosebumps time and again!
The first encounter with "Afghane" catapulted me back to that time.
A time when I was young; just back in the city after almost two years.
Before that, I was on assignment in the GDR; we commuted regularly, only spending weekends at home.
Thus began a completely different era for me at the end of the seventies.
I got to know my apartment properly for the first time and had to settle down again.
"Afghane" reminds me of the wide, brightly printed cotton skirts that were sometimes so tedious to iron; of white "Carmen blouses" that playfully left both shoulders bare - or not.
The integrated elastic made it possible to reduce the neckline in the office and on public transport (who likes to be groped?).
This scent simply evokes endless summers filled with nights of dancing and slightly heavy heads the next morning, too much alcohol, too many cigarettes!
And the little feet in the light shoes with high heels hurt; the soles weren't really danced through; but it sometimes felt almost like that!
I also encounter the somewhat soapy aldehydes first, like Yatagan; but this impression fades very quickly. Their unmistakable glow becomes clear and pure again right after.
Flowers, I suspect garden carnations and many white blooming floral beings, jasmine is definitely among them, make a powerful appearance, just as we liked back then.
Woods, not yet from the hardware store, but aged from the forests: light beech seems to smell noble. I love fireplace fires with beech wood; perhaps that's why the sympathy here is so great.
Spices, like cloves - fitting with the floral accents, nutmeg and a bit of cinnamon flatter my senses.
Earthy oak moss and spicy, heavy incense also raise their heads: they join in the dance of this exciting, albeit today somewhat antiquated fragrance composition.
The "little creature" mentioned by Gerdi as the highlight of the scent reminds me of civet: an animalistic passion now surges forth that had been quietly slumbering until now.
"Afghane" becomes "big cinema": enjoyed together in the darkness of the car at the drive-in - wasn't that something?
"Blockbuster" is what we would call it today, and do drive-ins even still exist?
I've become too old and too comfortable to check that out!
In any case, "Afghane" offers me a head cinema that I didn't actually expect.
I'm surprised, but also thrilled!
The colorful past overwhelms me, is joyfully welcomed after some hesitation: how could I have forgotten this time?
The longevity of the scents from this era was usually quite remarkable; they lived with us, never even thought about disappearing after just a few hours.
They were loyal and accompanied us through days and nights. In the mornings, they sometimes smelled a bit musty; but we weren't exactly fresh then either!
"Afghane" was generously filled in the beautifully decorated birthday package: thank you so much, my love!
I was actually hesitant to start testing, not knowing what to expect!
Now I know: "It's Yesterday once more!"
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