Grand Soir Maison Francis Kurkdjian 2016
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I was once again in the Munich city center on the road to discover new fragrances. So I came into a large high-priced department store that leads a very large selection of niche brands and each has its own sales area.
So I stood in front of the MFK booth. The first fragrance I tried was Grand Soir, probably because I was attracted by this beautiful amber essence. After spraying it on for the first time, the scent fascinated me so much and surprised me so pleasantly that I couldn't analyze what I was smelling at first. I still have a few sprays put on without testing another fragrance and am first out into the cold evening.
It has snowed a little. And while strolling along with this wonderful fragrance in my nose, an image suddenly came to my mind that reflects my feeling for this Grand Soir: I'm looking across a snowy little park-like garden to a magnificent baroque town palace, from the 17th/18th century, where you look through large arched windows into the interior of an amber ballroom. Crystal chandeliers fill the hall with warming light. Inside, joyful and elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen on the dance floor, and all around, people enjoying themselves who couldn't be happier.
An enchanting magical evening. Not loud, but Vivaldi and Bach; not snooty, but enjoyable.
I am accompanied by this painting of fragrance all the way home. It was a pleasantly sweet warmth which the tonka bean, vanilla and amber sprayed. This spiciness which one has after the first aufprühen becomes milder and milder with time and integrates so wonderfully to a total work of art.
I just think of a painting which would fit well to Grand Soir.
Vincent Van Gogh ''Café Terrace in the Evening''
Sometimes a scent projects an image or feeling that is hard to describe in words.
So I stood in front of the MFK booth. The first fragrance I tried was Grand Soir, probably because I was attracted by this beautiful amber essence. After spraying it on for the first time, the scent fascinated me so much and surprised me so pleasantly that I couldn't analyze what I was smelling at first. I still have a few sprays put on without testing another fragrance and am first out into the cold evening.
It has snowed a little. And while strolling along with this wonderful fragrance in my nose, an image suddenly came to my mind that reflects my feeling for this Grand Soir: I'm looking across a snowy little park-like garden to a magnificent baroque town palace, from the 17th/18th century, where you look through large arched windows into the interior of an amber ballroom. Crystal chandeliers fill the hall with warming light. Inside, joyful and elegantly dressed ladies and gentlemen on the dance floor, and all around, people enjoying themselves who couldn't be happier.
An enchanting magical evening. Not loud, but Vivaldi and Bach; not snooty, but enjoyable.
I am accompanied by this painting of fragrance all the way home. It was a pleasantly sweet warmth which the tonka bean, vanilla and amber sprayed. This spiciness which one has after the first aufprühen becomes milder and milder with time and integrates so wonderfully to a total work of art.
I just think of a painting which would fit well to Grand Soir.
Vincent Van Gogh ''Café Terrace in the Evening''
Sometimes a scent projects an image or feeling that is hard to describe in words.
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