Mornings in the 80s, the door opened, good morning at the Eder Bauer..... echoed through the kitchen......
That was the postman of my childhood!
(In Austria, we refer to the postman as "Briefträger")
Besides good cheer, he brought the mail and always carried a very special scent with him.
For years, I pondered what kind of perfume it could be; at one point, I was almost sure it had to be Paco Rabanne pour homme...... but I became increasingly uncertain and decided for myself that no, that wasn't it either.
Somehow, it was too soapy and green.
When he left the kitchen, his perfume mingled with the scent of our country house kitchen plus the aroma of our homemade schnapps!
Every day the same ritual: mail delivered, schnapps consumed, a little chat, and off he went!
I don't even want to know how much alcohol accumulated daily.
Well, things were just different back then.
I liked this man; all those years he was always in a good mood, elegantly dressed, and Tabac Eau de Cologne was his scent!
I had suspected Tabac in this context for a while, but it was only through the comments here that I realized..... Not the EDT but the Cologne was his constant companion all those years.
Honestly, I had tears in my eyes when I got home and applied the Cologne to my skin!
There they were again, the good 80s and my postman.
Rest in peace.
A scent for eternity, it polarizes, but I love it!
P.S.:
I can still smell the scent on my skin after 20 hours!
What a touching comment! Yes, those childhood scents that can always evoke the strongest emotions! I'm glad you found your mailman scent again (by the way, I also say "mailman" - and I'm from northern Germany!) :) Tear-jerker trophy :)
I know something like that from a friend's father, who would have a little drink while delivering the mail. He often faced a storm at home because of it. "Oh, Gieschen (Gisela), just be nice again..." Good grief!