Amun Mülhens 1981 Parfum

How I loved it. As a teenager, wearing something dark, heavy, and immensely feminine. To seem grown-up and to strut around with my head held high. Sneakers, yes, and a baggy shirt, but feminine! It has to be!
Amun is a mysterious name for me today. The scent itself is mysterious. 1001 Nights, 2 lovers in the Orient. It is night. The heat is slowly coming to an end. She steps into the water to cool off. Dressed only in a hint of the finest royal linen, she turns around to show him her beauty. The water sparkles. He steps into the water with her. Anxious and excited. Dark is the night and almost still. Crickets chirp. It is warm and the water soft, it smells of grass crushed by bare feet. Green-earthy, sweetish. Trees of Ylang Ylang, whose blossoms smell so white-lovely and heavy, and a sky glowing orange-brown like amber. Full of warmth and powderiness. A cinnamon stick holds the thin linen together like a button. Every touch with the skin ignites a little spark and it smells of dry cinnamon. Orange trees and oranges, some so heavy that the branches bend. Fruity and fleshy. He gives her a rose blossom. Dark red and full, which she places in her hair. Amun *whiff*... so dark and mysterious. So plump and rich and feminine. You are like a queen of femininity. I could bathe in you.