Kenzo Jungle

Jungle L'Éléphant

Kenzo 1996

A few years ago:

Late afternoon in the big city.

Time to try something new!
Time to throw yourself into life!
Time not to think about tomorrow!
Time to overdo it!

I am standing with my best friend directly in front of the most noble hotel we youngsters have ever seen at close range.
Just now we marvel at the pompous, shiny, glass entrance.
In front of it a big roundabout for the arriving and departing guests. A taxi stands there with its newspaper-reading driver.
Suddenly a dark green Jaguar comes rushing along, brakes boldly right next to us and hooks back briskly, again a little bit forward and again impetuously back again with the aim of getting as close as possible to the curb and the hotel entrance. At the wheel I see an elegant, beige hat with the most protruding brim I have ever seen.

DRAWUMM
suddenly it happens and the taxi driver jumps out of his car after the first few seconds of shock and marvels at the slight but visible damage caused by the Jaguar.
Meanwhile, the lady in the Jaguar, unimpressed, applies her lipstick while looking in the rear-view mirror.
The taxi driver can no longer stand it and slightly nervously opens the driver's door of the Jaguar.
A cloud of scent comes out of the car and catches us at a distance of about 1.5m. I had never smelled a more striking scent. So intense, so sweet, so spicy, so mysterious, so daring! Whoa! Br /> The lady calmly steps out and smoothes her pencil skirt and her perfectly fitting blouse. A light smile plays around the corners of her mouth. In no way arrogant, just friendly and calm
A short dialogue follows:
Taxi driver: "You hit my cab!"
Queen: (slightly amused): "Soo, did I?"
Both take a look at the damage (they fleetingly, he intensively)
Taxi driver: "Did you see me in your rearview mirror?"
Lady: "Sir, you can see that I have a hat on. Of course, I can't see what's behind me in it!"
The taxi driver's jaw drops speechlessly.

We stand, wrapped in her oppulent scent, amazed Already she rushes through the big glass door and tells him to leave his data at the reception. She then calls back immediately.
The lady notices us as we pass by and winks conspiratorially to "Now I want to freshen up first!"

Fascinated we follow this spice bomb made of cinnamon, clove, cinnamon, exotic fruits and...oh yes: cinnamon.
We are politely received at the reception.
A short time later we hold our room cards in our hands and take the elevator to the 5th floor. How do you think we know that the lady also went with us?!
In the company of this extravagant fragrance, our little adventure feels even more unreal.

Later in the hotel bar this unmistakable scent rises again into my nose during our welcome cocktail. Did that drink go to my head? Or that smell? Or both?
All heads turned bit by bit, some more, some less conspicuous, both male and female, towards the counter.
There she was. La grande dame. In a red sheath dress, matching lipstick and with a perfect updo. Elegant and self-confident, she swings herself onto the bar stool. All eyes are drawn to her, magnetically attracted, always stealthy.
Is it her appearance?
Is it her appearance?
Is it her perfume?
This lady and this fragrance form a unity.
Powerful, mysterious, self-confident and prone to playful exaggeration.

I didn't have to look far to find that beguiling scent. After a short description the saleswoman smiled knowingly and snappily, I held it reverently in my hands. The flacon scared me at the 1st sight, but then I smiled. Also the flacon fit. The jaguar, the hat, the woman, the fragrance, the flacon. One unit I keep coming across this perfume, but it's not mine. It's hers. This perfume belongs to her like no other.
And I hope that I will also find the one perfume for me, which allows all senses to merge into each other and becomes a complete unity with me