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Challenge in Advent: On the way to "my" vanilla scent - 9 December 2019
My first perfume was "Beautiful" by Estée Lauder. I wished for it when I was 15 and got it after testing it in a perfumery and feeling it was a revelation. Coincidentally I could smell it again this weekend during the Advent stroll, after such a long time. I found it interesting on Saturday, but it didn't fascinate me so much anymore. Nevertheless, it will always have a very special place in my "perfume heart" - as my very first own perfume. But my perfume experiences go back a lot further: In the fifth year of school my aunt had given me all kinds of miniatures, very old small flacons, I remember a very pretty dark blue one with the name "Soir de Paris". Do they still exist? It didn't smell too good, but it looked good in my case. At that time I developed a small hobby: Together with my girlfriend Katja I went into town about once a month and visited perfumeries. Always the same saying: Sorry, we have a request - we collect samples, do you have any? And there were always samples for us. At that time I had a large collection of all sorts of pretty scents, and through this hobby my sister-in-law also found her signature scent of many years: Hinotori by Kanebo. It doesn't exist anymore, my brother bought the last supplies for them in a perfumery in Frankfurt - that's why the perfume disappeared ;-). But I also got to know scents from others. It was the first phase of my fragrance interest, then followed many, many years of strict Armani loyalty - for her and then Giò while studying in Italy, which explains my unshakable love for tuberose -, then with Narciso Rodriguez for her as ten years of single fragrance, and only now for several months have I returned to my childhood and reopened myself to the fragrance universe. I stand there and test vanilla fragrances in Advent - and today I experience what Hermann Hesse experienced a long time ago:
At Christmas time I like to travel
And I'm far from the children's cheer
And go in the forest and snow alone.
And sometimes, but not every year,
Arrives my good hour,
That of all that was there, I was
For a moment healthy
And somewhere in the woods for an hour
The childhood scent feel deep in the mind
And I'm a boy again. . .
I am not a boy - but I am also on a journey - on my way to "my" vanilla scent. And exactly today these lines apply to me that I feel "for an hour/ The childhood fragrance deep in the mind" - through vanilla patchouli of Réminiscence. Cause that's my sister-in-law's teenage scent. The late seventies and early eighties, peace movement, incense sticks, ceramic tea services and colorful Indian cloths - and patchouli. I smell the fine réminiscence scent, close my eyes - and immediately I'm the little girl again who is allowed to sniff this tiny bottle of perfume oil at her sister-in-law's, who suddenly feels herself transported into an oriental world and who can intuitively grasp the spirit of these years more authentically than any adult who only looks at the youth of these years from the outside, shaking her head. Patchouli - that is freedom thinking and social consciousness, willingness to fight and inner depth. Patchouli can never just be a touch in a luxury perfume. Always and always and always something revolutionary, something rebellious resonates, always a message hides in it, quiet, but unmistakable... And no matter how peacefully and inconspicuously camouflaged it appears in big names - it's always India, always incense sticks, always looking ahead, what surrounds the one who wears a patchouli scent. And to that extent - even though I was never a Patchouli fan, then not and now not - I regard this component as a great association alarm clock, a picture magician who keeps our imagination on the go until even the last remnants of the perfume of the day have gone. I break a lance for patchouli - and also for vanilla patchouli from Réminiscence. Although the note is very intense here, it is softened and soothed by a hint of vanilla. A beautiful fragrance - not for me, but for all those who want to think about how they could improve the world a little today.
At Christmas time I like to travel
And I'm far from the children's cheer
And go in the forest and snow alone.
And sometimes, but not every year,
Arrives my good hour,
That of all that was there, I was
For a moment healthy
And somewhere in the woods for an hour
The childhood scent feel deep in the mind
And I'm a boy again. . .
I am not a boy - but I am also on a journey - on my way to "my" vanilla scent. And exactly today these lines apply to me that I feel "for an hour/ The childhood fragrance deep in the mind" - through vanilla patchouli of Réminiscence. Cause that's my sister-in-law's teenage scent. The late seventies and early eighties, peace movement, incense sticks, ceramic tea services and colorful Indian cloths - and patchouli. I smell the fine réminiscence scent, close my eyes - and immediately I'm the little girl again who is allowed to sniff this tiny bottle of perfume oil at her sister-in-law's, who suddenly feels herself transported into an oriental world and who can intuitively grasp the spirit of these years more authentically than any adult who only looks at the youth of these years from the outside, shaking her head. Patchouli - that is freedom thinking and social consciousness, willingness to fight and inner depth. Patchouli can never just be a touch in a luxury perfume. Always and always and always something revolutionary, something rebellious resonates, always a message hides in it, quiet, but unmistakable... And no matter how peacefully and inconspicuously camouflaged it appears in big names - it's always India, always incense sticks, always looking ahead, what surrounds the one who wears a patchouli scent. And to that extent - even though I was never a Patchouli fan, then not and now not - I regard this component as a great association alarm clock, a picture magician who keeps our imagination on the go until even the last remnants of the perfume of the day have gone. I break a lance for patchouli - and also for vanilla patchouli from Réminiscence. Although the note is very intense here, it is softened and soothed by a hint of vanilla. A beautiful fragrance - not for me, but for all those who want to think about how they could improve the world a little today.
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