Grand Soir Maison Francis Kurkdjian 2016
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Grand Soir - a drama for old and young alike
Armed with my little "Grand Soir" bottling in hand, I waited for evening to come and the play to begin.
Since I have often read how heavy the smell is and that it is especially good for autumn and winter days, I actually managed to wait until 00:00.
1. Exposure: two half spritzes was enough to give me the feeling of pleasant burning warmth on my skin that slowly rises up my neck. It tingles and glows - in the positive sense - and I wonder with my almost 23 years which person would call this smell too strong?! - fascinating smell (5-10 minutes)
2. rising action: Grand Soir knocks me out and drowns me in its warmth as soon as I dare to sniff under my sweater. - Now I understand - This opening is driving me crazy, smothering me and pressing me against a hot wall. It smells briefly like being cooped up with the aunt who always bathes in her intense perfumes - in a small car that is far too warm. Uncertain look to my mom.... "Do you smell it that strong?"
"No I only smell a whiff here, it smells quite good!" (10-15 minutes)
3. Peripetia: I go out into the fresh, cooled air and let the smell pass through my nose there again. Slowly, I notice an enchanting change. The scent becomes softer and softer, the initially pungent note of labdanum becomes lighter and lighter and gradually the heart note pushes itself to the fore. You can't miss the vanilla now either. So that's it, deep breath - the Grand Soir. I feel enveloped and sheltered by this strange scent. Briefly closing my eyes - My memories play with me and I recall a night in Paris. In a good and above all relaxed mood, I sit at the end of the year in a café illuminated with fairy lights. The warm radiant heaters on the ceiling warm me without being too close. The blanket on my legs couldn't be cozier and the slight gust of wind that makes it under the half-screened outdoor area makes me take a deep breath. So here I sit - coffee in hand and a smile on my face - it's like time stands still and all worries are forgotten. Next to me sits my best friend and we have time for us for the first time in a long time and for deep but also funny conversations. I feel good and live in the here and now. Enjoy the darkness of the night and the busy but quiet streets of Paris.
4. retarding moment:
Security, warmth, infinitely cozy clothes - any evening could be like this. The cafe is slowly closing... Laughing we argue about who should pay the bill today and then gradually break up into the night. Tonka bean, vanilla and amber combined leave an unobtrusive yet recognizable smell on my place in the café. The people around us smile benevolently at us, bid us farewell with smiles and the world feels like everything is right. On our way we infect many with our light-hearted mood and our hearty laughter and if we didn't know better - you would think we are already slightly drunk. The lights on the streets show us the irresistible beauty of Paris. Far in the back we can already see the Christmas market and a glowing Ferris wheel. We both look at each other and know "we have to go there for graduation!" With a crepe in one hand and a mulled wine in the other, off we go onto the Ferris wheel. The freedom to perceive our bodies and surroundings with every sense. Harmony.
5. Resolution of the conflict:
Exhausted from all the laughing and running, I fall into my bed. My heart leaps and I am overjoyed to have had such a lovely evening. Gratitude. I smell again the place where I sprayed Grand Soir and I am satisfied. Once again I open the window - inhale the cold winter air and let the day pass in review, then I slip under my covers ready for bed. Never has a bed felt so cozy and fresh at the same time. The fireplace crackles quietly in the room and this morning's brewed tea has left a vanilla scent in the room even into the night. With endorphins in my body and tired eyes, I fall asleep and notice a loving hug the next morning. The scent actually still envelops me and reminds me of the previous evening.
I see it as a renewed invitation of the fragrance - on a journey I would never say no to.
Since I have often read how heavy the smell is and that it is especially good for autumn and winter days, I actually managed to wait until 00:00.
1. Exposure: two half spritzes was enough to give me the feeling of pleasant burning warmth on my skin that slowly rises up my neck. It tingles and glows - in the positive sense - and I wonder with my almost 23 years which person would call this smell too strong?! - fascinating smell (5-10 minutes)
2. rising action: Grand Soir knocks me out and drowns me in its warmth as soon as I dare to sniff under my sweater. - Now I understand - This opening is driving me crazy, smothering me and pressing me against a hot wall. It smells briefly like being cooped up with the aunt who always bathes in her intense perfumes - in a small car that is far too warm. Uncertain look to my mom.... "Do you smell it that strong?"
"No I only smell a whiff here, it smells quite good!" (10-15 minutes)
3. Peripetia: I go out into the fresh, cooled air and let the smell pass through my nose there again. Slowly, I notice an enchanting change. The scent becomes softer and softer, the initially pungent note of labdanum becomes lighter and lighter and gradually the heart note pushes itself to the fore. You can't miss the vanilla now either. So that's it, deep breath - the Grand Soir. I feel enveloped and sheltered by this strange scent. Briefly closing my eyes - My memories play with me and I recall a night in Paris. In a good and above all relaxed mood, I sit at the end of the year in a café illuminated with fairy lights. The warm radiant heaters on the ceiling warm me without being too close. The blanket on my legs couldn't be cozier and the slight gust of wind that makes it under the half-screened outdoor area makes me take a deep breath. So here I sit - coffee in hand and a smile on my face - it's like time stands still and all worries are forgotten. Next to me sits my best friend and we have time for us for the first time in a long time and for deep but also funny conversations. I feel good and live in the here and now. Enjoy the darkness of the night and the busy but quiet streets of Paris.
4. retarding moment:
Security, warmth, infinitely cozy clothes - any evening could be like this. The cafe is slowly closing... Laughing we argue about who should pay the bill today and then gradually break up into the night. Tonka bean, vanilla and amber combined leave an unobtrusive yet recognizable smell on my place in the café. The people around us smile benevolently at us, bid us farewell with smiles and the world feels like everything is right. On our way we infect many with our light-hearted mood and our hearty laughter and if we didn't know better - you would think we are already slightly drunk. The lights on the streets show us the irresistible beauty of Paris. Far in the back we can already see the Christmas market and a glowing Ferris wheel. We both look at each other and know "we have to go there for graduation!" With a crepe in one hand and a mulled wine in the other, off we go onto the Ferris wheel. The freedom to perceive our bodies and surroundings with every sense. Harmony.
5. Resolution of the conflict:
Exhausted from all the laughing and running, I fall into my bed. My heart leaps and I am overjoyed to have had such a lovely evening. Gratitude. I smell again the place where I sprayed Grand Soir and I am satisfied. Once again I open the window - inhale the cold winter air and let the day pass in review, then I slip under my covers ready for bed. Never has a bed felt so cozy and fresh at the same time. The fireplace crackles quietly in the room and this morning's brewed tea has left a vanilla scent in the room even into the night. With endorphins in my body and tired eyes, I fall asleep and notice a loving hug the next morning. The scent actually still envelops me and reminds me of the previous evening.
I see it as a renewed invitation of the fragrance - on a journey I would never say no to.
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