Man Pure Jil Sander 1981 Eau de Toilette

Today I want to share how I recently fared during the baby-
sitting. Well - "baby" isn't quite the right word.
Max and Lottchen are four and five.
Not that you think I'm doing this for money - it's a pure
act of friendship. The parents are old friends, and to be honest,
I felt a bit honored that they reached out to me. Especially since the two
can be a bit wild at times. (I mean Max
and Lottchen, of course.)
After dinner (which went smoothly except for a pulled-out
bonsai) and a bit of television ("Farmer Seeks Wife"), the two finally lay down in their bunk beds.
"Tell us another story!" Max called from above.
"But a really long one..." Lottchen chimed in.
"Alright then..." I made myself comfortable on the edge of the bed.
"Once upon a time, there was a perfume..."
"What kind?"
"Quiet, Lottchen. Not one from your mom. So - it was a
beautiful morning, the sun was shining, and fresh and carefree, our Man Pure set out into the world.
That was indeed its name. Light floral-powdery aromas
mixed with fine hesperidic notes accompanied it, for they
were inherent to it in its rather pretty, Bauhaus-
inspired attire.
"No knight's armor...?
"Not really, Mäxchen, but certainly a very flattering garment. The sun rose higher in the sky...
"Which company is that?"
"Be quiet now! So - it got warmer, and now the elements
and nature spirits of the green, cheerful dwarf herb meadow stirred quite lively. But behind it - well hidden,
a gentle yet deep rumbling stirred...
"Maybe my Zotti...?"
"No, Lottchen, no. It was a fine, mossy chypre base.
Straight from the enchanted forest. For now, it merrily
entered the woods. And of course, there are also
some wild animals that you can smell. But no
worries, they are very sweet. The deeper Man Pure
goes into the forest, the more there is to discover. A goblin is making his little fire with wood and birch tar and all sorts of other things.
And some sweets are hidden somewhere under mossy
stones, somewhere in the unfathomable depths
of the Sander forest.
Of course, the good perfume also experiences a few
adventures along the way, but you are surely more interested in the
olfactory profile.
You shouldn't imagine the whole scent experience as
a big mess like in your room before cleaning up.
No, everything harmonizes quite naturally and easily with each other. The lightness is, as you
know, always the hardest. And there are no jagged transitions
here at all. Everything is perfectly blended and
feels so effortless and completely natural. The slightly earthy,
radiating from real oak moss and patchouli can be skillfully
held in check by our hero through almost honey-like
labdanum. And that is typical for our
Man Pure - it maintains all the different character traits
from fresh to spicy, floral, woody, and earthy to almost
moldy in calm, balanced harmony.
Completely unsynthetic and sovereign. Typical Libra
if you ask me. Interesting topic -
what zodiac signs do fragrances have - don't you think?
But back to the forest - later it meets the wicked fairy Ifra,
about whom I'd rather tell you another time.
And that results in... but let's leave that.
Today, the perfume is only available for a lot of money. For
example on eBay, with a lot, a lot of luck in mint condition.
A peculiar ending for a fairy tale, but you know what
Mr. Geiger says - unreservedly, the fairy tale overcomes
the hurdles of our current consciousness limitation, it knows for the eternal essence of
man, thus his entelechy, a "Once upon a time,"
but guides him through a "here and now" into a
"It will be once." By the way, you should read fairy tales more often yourself. And in general - read a lot, very
much. It took me decades to understand things
that I could have read in 10 minutes.
So, next time I might tell you about
the difference between smelling molecular shapes and perceiving quantum-based
vibrational differences, kids. Kids...? Hello...
Mäxchen... Lotti...“
Suddenly I notice how quiet it is. Only a
touchingly soft breathing and snoring can be heard.
How easy it is to bring children to calm when
you just pay a little attention to them.
Very quietly and on tiptoes, I sneak out of the
room...