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An ode to joy
An ode to joy.
To the joy for the day I found you To you, elixir of the joie de vivre. The lightness of foot. The rising sun. And the laughing heart On a personal note: Those who know me know that Mugler's angels want something nasty for me. They don't like me, but I want to like you. They don't prick. They sting. Their wings are equipped with crystal thorns that sparkle seductively in the light, but if you get too close to them to admire them, they scratch your face with a flap of their wings and tear your clothes to shreds. The breath of these black-clad creatures breathes icy and steely towards me, leaving me no hope of approach, let alone reconciliation. Even the blue innocent of the Mugler is only slightly more gracious to me. The fact that it then nibbles almonds and currants does not make it any better. All at different times, yes. But at the same time? No, thank you I tried and finally resignedly gave up on the "angels and the innocents".
By chance, I arrived at the end of my search with a blind purchase of Molinards Nirmala, because in principle I like the scent, but the finish has so far clouded my soul. The pyramids of Nirmala and Innocent have more conspicuous similarities than Angel itself, but the fragrance character is still very similar. In the development of the character, however, the essential differences for me become apparent.
The Innocent/Angel direction is right, but it lacks the melancholy that always pulled me into the abyss with the Angels for example. That's why I even dedicated a commentary to Mugler's "La Rose Angel". After countless tests I finally had to get this sorrow from my soul and afterwards I had to slurp a consolation monkey...
Nirmala, on the other hand, is not a being of the shadow and the underworld.
He is a creature of light and hope, flooded with good and merciful thoughts, endowed with unrestrained joy of life and a pure soul. His wings are golden and gentle. And the feathers tenderly wrap around my cheeks when I look at them.
So it starts to spray its innocent/fishing charm immediately after the bottle has been released, but flies the scale up instead of down. My mood barometer rises instantly and the mood seems to get wings as well.
The fragrance creature rises radiantly into the air and, cheered up by its own fragrance, does its rounds on the azure. I do the same in my thoughts, because it is contagious. If the being allows itself a break, it nibbles at a passion fruit with relish. That is probably also the "happy" aspect of this fragrance. It gives the "Innocent / Angel- DNA", which resonates in Nirmala, a lively, fruity good mood vibe, which makes the fragrance for me immediately much more bearable and even so far that the blind purchase may remain.
A couple of times I have taken Nirmala through the daily routine and every time it is the same, almost happy feeling that comes over me. And it lasts all day long Whoever manages to lift the corners of my mouth with so little effort must be rewarded.
And that reward is again one for myself.
(M)A small cycle of happiness so to speak.
It's a pity that Mugler with his dozens of flanks never made it there over the years with me. All he had to do was exchange a single fruit...!
And therefore this text is an ode to joy, dear Nirmala.
To the joy for the day I found you
To the joy for the day I found you To you, elixir of the joie de vivre. The lightness of foot. The rising sun. And the laughing heart On a personal note: Those who know me know that Mugler's angels want something nasty for me. They don't like me, but I want to like you. They don't prick. They sting. Their wings are equipped with crystal thorns that sparkle seductively in the light, but if you get too close to them to admire them, they scratch your face with a flap of their wings and tear your clothes to shreds. The breath of these black-clad creatures breathes icy and steely towards me, leaving me no hope of approach, let alone reconciliation. Even the blue innocent of the Mugler is only slightly more gracious to me. The fact that it then nibbles almonds and currants does not make it any better. All at different times, yes. But at the same time? No, thank you I tried and finally resignedly gave up on the "angels and the innocents".
By chance, I arrived at the end of my search with a blind purchase of Molinards Nirmala, because in principle I like the scent, but the finish has so far clouded my soul. The pyramids of Nirmala and Innocent have more conspicuous similarities than Angel itself, but the fragrance character is still very similar. In the development of the character, however, the essential differences for me become apparent.
The Innocent/Angel direction is right, but it lacks the melancholy that always pulled me into the abyss with the Angels for example. That's why I even dedicated a commentary to Mugler's "La Rose Angel". After countless tests I finally had to get this sorrow from my soul and afterwards I had to slurp a consolation monkey...
Nirmala, on the other hand, is not a being of the shadow and the underworld.
He is a creature of light and hope, flooded with good and merciful thoughts, endowed with unrestrained joy of life and a pure soul. His wings are golden and gentle. And the feathers tenderly wrap around my cheeks when I look at them.
So it starts to spray its innocent/fishing charm immediately after the bottle has been released, but flies the scale up instead of down. My mood barometer rises instantly and the mood seems to get wings as well.
The fragrance creature rises radiantly into the air and, cheered up by its own fragrance, does its rounds on the azure. I do the same in my thoughts, because it is contagious. If the being allows itself a break, it nibbles at a passion fruit with relish. That is probably also the "happy" aspect of this fragrance. It gives the "Innocent / Angel- DNA", which resonates in Nirmala, a lively, fruity good mood vibe, which makes the fragrance for me immediately much more bearable and even so far that the blind purchase may remain.
A couple of times I have taken Nirmala through the daily routine and every time it is the same, almost happy feeling that comes over me. And it lasts all day long Whoever manages to lift the corners of my mouth with so little effort must be rewarded.
And that reward is again one for myself.
(M)A small cycle of happiness so to speak.
It's a pity that Mugler with his dozens of flanks never made it there over the years with me. All he had to do was exchange a single fruit...!
And therefore this text is an ode to joy, dear Nirmala.
To the joy for the day I found you
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