The Olympus was closed, barred and locked. No one was home anymore, not for a long time. Gods can only exist if people believe in them and worship them; there is nothing else. With disinterest, they gradually disappear, and no one remembers them; they are forgotten.
Papa Latty probably didn't think about this at all when he sent his youngest daughter out into the harsh world to delight people, especially the ladies.
There she stood, the one who had promised to get advice and help from her older sisters, in front of a deserted Olympus. In front of the gate, she found a piece of an old column, simply climbed up, and froze. She thought for a while and then fell into a deep sleep.
Another place, another time.
A buddy gave me a perfume sample in 1994 and said, "This could suit you well, give it a try."
I, who had only worn dark scents until that day, like patchouli in all its variations, grass oil, and the finest musk, was now to try such a bright perfume, hmm.
So I did him the favor, and after that, I understood nothing anymore, because the scent simply captivated me. I invited her (Sculpture) to stay with me, and she did.
I had never smelled a note like that before. Green and slightly floral, powdery and somehow dry, but all in moderation and very harmonious. Towards the end, a light, warm sweetness.
Today I know that it was the combination of cyclamen or violet, iris, tarragon, and the green notes that enchanted me. I couldn't smell the peach, and that was good, because sometimes this totally sweet scent develops so strongly that it overpowers everything else.
I couldn't recognize the individual flowers either, and why should I? I wear a perfume as a whole and don't need to dissect it into its components. Besides, I can't do that anyway, because I'm not a trained nose, although my sense of smell is quite sensitively developed.
Since that first moment of smelling, I have been completely infatuated with the scent and have only worn it. However, since I no longer perceived it myself after a short time, a second scent joined in, and that was it for many years. Later, I would learn what a fatal mistake I had made.
Sculpture became my constant companion and best friend; she was a part of me, I a part of her, almost like a symbiosis.
She was always present but never pushed herself to the forefront; she was intense but never intrusive, she was consistently received positively by my environment and became my trademark. It simply fit with us both. Her scent enveloped me like a light cloth without suffocating me. I could perceive her for about 8 hours, then she was allowed to rest.
She was my companion in all situations of life. She rejoiced with me when I was happy or carefree, comforted me in my sorrow, making the pain a bit more bearable, accompanied me on most of my travels and saw a bit of the world, eased my work stress when I was about to lose it, and the best part, all my tomcats liked her scent, and that says a lot.
Cats, with their sensitive noses, do not like strong or intrusive perfumes and then start to sneeze terribly, but they all liked Sculpture.
Over time, she blossomed into a true beauty, and more and more people enjoyed her, but apparently not enough, because one day she disappeared from the scene,
There I stood, my last drop was used up, and I wanted to get a refill, but it was no longer available. Production had been discontinued.
Only with a lot of luck and at an inflated price was I able to occasionally snag a bottle online.
How many spoiled perfumes were among them, I don't need to explain; it was terrible.
That the scent was reformulated, I didn't know at that time; I only learned that here.
When I finally managed to auction off a bottle after a long search, I was surprised by the appearance; no more plaque, but a glass engraving.
She smelled completely different, and I cursed under my breath,
"damn Asian nonsense."
Sorry, today I'm wiser; it was the original, just with a new, ruined scent.
Question to Monsieur Latty: Why all this????
How can you let your creation be so disfigured????????
The reformulations were soon no longer available, and I fell into deep sorrow, no joke, and set up a mental gravestone for her.
I, all those years with only 1 perfume, and now, nothing more. That was the fatal mistake. I stood at zero and swore to myself never again without. I guarded my last drop and banished it to the fridge, just to smell it from time to time, and I didn't care whether it was reformulated or not.
Then began my odyssey through the perfumeries, and I couldn't find anything right. What came under my nose was partly terrible and just stank to me.
In a short time, I decided a year ago to try it myself with the scents and spent almost all my Christmas money on fragrance bases and oils.
Now I own about 300 bottles, and my scent organ already offers quite a bit. Although I had no clue about anything, I managed, of course with a lot of reading beforehand and learning, to create some really nice things that are wearable for me and fit me.
Even a similarly scented water like Sculpture has emerged, but not the real thing. It gives me immense joy to experiment, to mix, to work with existing scent pyramids, and to experience the result. All of this was triggered by my lost Sculpture. Is there such a thing as love?
Miracles. Oh yes, they exist if you just believe in them, and mine happened last week. As so often, I searched and found online. Cautiously inquired, is it still good, not spoiled, is the color right, the unformulated????? It came in a package; I was allowed to test it first and rejoiced. A whole 100 ml, and everything was right.
My dearest friend has moved back in with me, and I guard her like a treasure. I will wear her maybe once a week, because I no longer lack options ;) Nevertheless, she will forever be "my perfume."
Again in front of Olympus.
Sculpture awakened from her stupor and noticed a change in herself. How long had she lingered there?
The young girl had matured into a beautiful woman who could captivate many with her bright beauty if she wanted to. She feels good because she has learned and understood.
Turning once more to the gate of Olympus, lost in thoughts of the vanished gods, she suddenly realizes that the previously closed gate has opened a crack, and a beam of light is visible.
She smiles, walks towards the gate, and steps inside. A new goddess was born, who has the right to move into Olympus and live there forever. She awakened from her stupor because I believed in her and probably others besides me.
So that's how it is with the gods. Only we humans can decide whether they exist or not; it's all quite simple, really.
Top Notes 
Freesia
Green notes
Peach
Bergamot
Lemon
Tarragon
Heart Notes 
Iris
Lily of the valley
Cyclamen
Jasmine
Orchid
Ylang-ylang
Base Notes 
Musk
Sandalwood
Benzoin
Cedar
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Riechegut
Jumi
MissKlea
Minigolf
Globomanni
Nanaimoo
