Musk
Duftbursche
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from memory I describe you, my (beloved) MUSK.... and an angel
How to begin?
More precisely: What should I write about such a fragrance colossus?
As far as I remember, this MUSK is a true monster of sillage and longevity!
I was still enveloped by it in the train after 11 hours, to the extent that I was asked about the fragrance I was wearing. That surely says it all, especially when today H&S is considered GREAT with a laughable 6-7 hours!
Just one sentence about the actual scent: Musk fragrance in its purest, perfect form for me!!!
First the sad part: it is no longer available.
Unfortunately, I can't recall how long it was around. I even believe, forgive me, that I bought it before 1982.
Through my search for Musk today, a nice Parfumo showed me the link to this fragrance.
How long, it seems to me, I have been searching for this scent (again!) without the necessary energy.
After the initial joy of (re)discovering it, I had to lower my head and realize that such an EVENT no longer exists. But I should have been aware of this beforehand, many of you might think.
Otherwise, there would surely be a whole "lineup" of reviews & statements.
Such earthquakes in fragrance form from the "good old years of perfume" have almost completely disappeared.
If not, then certainly reformulated to the extent that one turns away in disgust.
So off the market, reformulated, or available as "vintage" for seemingly utopian sums.
I am thus (trying) to put a review on "paper" about a fragrance only from memory…. Can that go well?
We all know that memories fade and even blur over time.
Both the good and the bad. Humans tend to shape what they remember.
Only by the fact that terrible events hopefully fade from our mental eye, can we endure, for example, the loss of a loved one or pet - eventually….
It is good that the beautiful events of a person's life overshadow the mountain of melancholy - …. Remembering can bring bliss!
The past does not have to hurt; it can, as in my case, be very beautiful regarding this scent…..
Oh, how young I was. A small perfumery near my apprenticeship, filled to the roof with the most wonderful scents. Every day when I passed by, it smelled of perfumes at the traffic light across the street - For a whole year, I went in there from time to time and let them show me something. Just as occasionally, a fragrance was purchased. You should know that back then, there was only pocket money.
A whole 10 marks a week! Everything else had to be given at home as so-called "board money." But now, after summer, as I was starting my second year of apprenticeship, everything suddenly changed.
The perfumery had a new face. No, it wasn't just a face; it was… an angel! I stood fascinated in front of the window, and instantly my heart raced wildly.
What was happening to me?
I could previously "live out" my "thing" (as my acquaintances called it) with fragrances in the perfumery, sniffing everything I wanted to. But with the new enchanting being inside, all my self-confidence faded… Oh yes, that's quite a thing when you're not a macho….
But eventually, I bravely stepped back into the perfumery. Should the owner, who knew me, come or…. the angel…. And it was precisely this one who approached me. She smiled at me, and I was no longer sure what I actually wanted. Embarrassed, I asked for the fragrance I had been eyeing for a while. Don't ask me which one it was…. I was just glad I didn't blush… or did I? -
Well, the angel showed me the fragrance and casually mentioned that they had a fantastic new scent in stock for a few days, asking if she could show it to me. She returned with the mentioned MUSK and politely asked if I would like a spritz on my wrist.
Oh yes, how I wanted it!
My eyes didn't see the MUSK bottle at all, only HER.
And now came that still vividly memorable magical moment of my young life. The angel gently took my hand, turned it, and sprayed the fragrance on my wrist… oh man, can you fall in love so quickly - my experience in this regard was zero at that time… the fragrance, what can I say about it… I heard her voice from a distant place - I was completely lost in dreams…
Oh, oh, yes,... the fragrance. Um, ... so wonderful ... I stammered my way through the situation. I only had her perfume in my nose - what MUSK was she talking about .-)
Of course, I bought the MUSK. Had I ever desired another fragrance (so) before….
She lovingly packaged the fragrance, and I fervently hoped the angel would never finish. I was allowed to be so close to "my" dream being and stand in front of her, even if silently…
That’s how I came to this fragrance.
Now you’re surely asking, did we get together? NO!
She was older than me and, above all, in a committed relationship. I was too young, too shy to ask, and, and ----
It was not meant to be. This surely one-sided "being in love" ended after just under a year. Just as suddenly as the angel appeared in the perfumery, she disappeared again…
I was left unhappy - …. C'est la vie
But every time I later used the fragrance, I stood "young man" in front of the blonde angel, my enchanting being. I felt her delicate, warm hand touching mine and saw her before me - smelled her perfume and twirled around in love with her in a dance we unfortunately never danced together…
MUSK now remains like this angel only a memory - but a wonderfully beautiful one…..
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled.
--- Jean Paul (1763-1825) ---
More precisely: What should I write about such a fragrance colossus?
As far as I remember, this MUSK is a true monster of sillage and longevity!
I was still enveloped by it in the train after 11 hours, to the extent that I was asked about the fragrance I was wearing. That surely says it all, especially when today H&S is considered GREAT with a laughable 6-7 hours!
Just one sentence about the actual scent: Musk fragrance in its purest, perfect form for me!!!
First the sad part: it is no longer available.
Unfortunately, I can't recall how long it was around. I even believe, forgive me, that I bought it before 1982.
Through my search for Musk today, a nice Parfumo showed me the link to this fragrance.
How long, it seems to me, I have been searching for this scent (again!) without the necessary energy.
After the initial joy of (re)discovering it, I had to lower my head and realize that such an EVENT no longer exists. But I should have been aware of this beforehand, many of you might think.
Otherwise, there would surely be a whole "lineup" of reviews & statements.
Such earthquakes in fragrance form from the "good old years of perfume" have almost completely disappeared.
If not, then certainly reformulated to the extent that one turns away in disgust.
So off the market, reformulated, or available as "vintage" for seemingly utopian sums.
I am thus (trying) to put a review on "paper" about a fragrance only from memory…. Can that go well?
We all know that memories fade and even blur over time.
Both the good and the bad. Humans tend to shape what they remember.
Only by the fact that terrible events hopefully fade from our mental eye, can we endure, for example, the loss of a loved one or pet - eventually….
It is good that the beautiful events of a person's life overshadow the mountain of melancholy - …. Remembering can bring bliss!
The past does not have to hurt; it can, as in my case, be very beautiful regarding this scent…..
Oh, how young I was. A small perfumery near my apprenticeship, filled to the roof with the most wonderful scents. Every day when I passed by, it smelled of perfumes at the traffic light across the street - For a whole year, I went in there from time to time and let them show me something. Just as occasionally, a fragrance was purchased. You should know that back then, there was only pocket money.
A whole 10 marks a week! Everything else had to be given at home as so-called "board money." But now, after summer, as I was starting my second year of apprenticeship, everything suddenly changed.
The perfumery had a new face. No, it wasn't just a face; it was… an angel! I stood fascinated in front of the window, and instantly my heart raced wildly.
What was happening to me?
I could previously "live out" my "thing" (as my acquaintances called it) with fragrances in the perfumery, sniffing everything I wanted to. But with the new enchanting being inside, all my self-confidence faded… Oh yes, that's quite a thing when you're not a macho….
But eventually, I bravely stepped back into the perfumery. Should the owner, who knew me, come or…. the angel…. And it was precisely this one who approached me. She smiled at me, and I was no longer sure what I actually wanted. Embarrassed, I asked for the fragrance I had been eyeing for a while. Don't ask me which one it was…. I was just glad I didn't blush… or did I? -
Well, the angel showed me the fragrance and casually mentioned that they had a fantastic new scent in stock for a few days, asking if she could show it to me. She returned with the mentioned MUSK and politely asked if I would like a spritz on my wrist.
Oh yes, how I wanted it!
My eyes didn't see the MUSK bottle at all, only HER.
And now came that still vividly memorable magical moment of my young life. The angel gently took my hand, turned it, and sprayed the fragrance on my wrist… oh man, can you fall in love so quickly - my experience in this regard was zero at that time… the fragrance, what can I say about it… I heard her voice from a distant place - I was completely lost in dreams…
Oh, oh, yes,... the fragrance. Um, ... so wonderful ... I stammered my way through the situation. I only had her perfume in my nose - what MUSK was she talking about .-)
Of course, I bought the MUSK. Had I ever desired another fragrance (so) before….
She lovingly packaged the fragrance, and I fervently hoped the angel would never finish. I was allowed to be so close to "my" dream being and stand in front of her, even if silently…
That’s how I came to this fragrance.
Now you’re surely asking, did we get together? NO!
She was older than me and, above all, in a committed relationship. I was too young, too shy to ask, and, and ----
It was not meant to be. This surely one-sided "being in love" ended after just under a year. Just as suddenly as the angel appeared in the perfumery, she disappeared again…
I was left unhappy - …. C'est la vie
But every time I later used the fragrance, I stood "young man" in front of the blonde angel, my enchanting being. I felt her delicate, warm hand touching mine and saw her before me - smelled her perfume and twirled around in love with her in a dance we unfortunately never danced together…
MUSK now remains like this angel only a memory - but a wonderfully beautiful one…..
Memory is the only paradise from which we cannot be expelled.
--- Jean Paul (1763-1825) ---
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