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Ode to Orange. Song to the loam man
Orange. Almighty come down from the ether ...
To thy temple. Once built by Harry.
Back on Kantstrasse in West Berlin.
Where they bring scent offerings for the Parfumos.
Brew today still the cooling Colognes themselves
Quite without incense.
Juicy orange drips here. With green stuff shaded.
The tree all in, and even a little of earth.
That full of bliss, as soon as I briskly besplase, I catch freshness.
Over there. There in the meadow friends are frolicking.
Fumbling in the clover and in the ripening ears.
Sweet smells ohn flowers waft from the meadow
Here to me.
Goddess of the citric! Receive my bouquet of flowers.
Come and appear to us. Fill the orange bowls.
Mix thy freshness with greenwood and give us a
Heavenly joy.
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What Sappho breathed into me here as a muse, wants to say
Harry (or: Lutz) Lehmann has brewed a wonderfully orangy fresh cologne with 'Boston'; underpinned with green, woody and earthy notes. It actually feels, due to its tendency to unrefined rawness, as if simply (and the simple is known to be the hardest in art...) an orange grove with branches, stem and stump is being processed here. With style!
Sillage and durability remain colognetypisch moderate: few Handbreit it radiates and pleases us few hours.
The whole fits more in the rural or domestic garden-like area. It does not seem over-polished. At the same time it seems to me quite today, urban and understatement cool. Rather Berlin than Munich, I think.
It seems a little retro, but that's good.
(My thanks for inspiration and verse goes to the olle Sappho and her "Ode to Aphrodite"!)
To thy temple. Once built by Harry.
Back on Kantstrasse in West Berlin.
Where they bring scent offerings for the Parfumos.
Brew today still the cooling Colognes themselves
Quite without incense.
Juicy orange drips here. With green stuff shaded.
The tree all in, and even a little of earth.
That full of bliss, as soon as I briskly besplase, I catch freshness.
Over there. There in the meadow friends are frolicking.
Fumbling in the clover and in the ripening ears.
Sweet smells ohn flowers waft from the meadow
Here to me.
Goddess of the citric! Receive my bouquet of flowers.
Come and appear to us. Fill the orange bowls.
Mix thy freshness with greenwood and give us a
Heavenly joy.
------------
What Sappho breathed into me here as a muse, wants to say
Harry (or: Lutz) Lehmann has brewed a wonderfully orangy fresh cologne with 'Boston'; underpinned with green, woody and earthy notes. It actually feels, due to its tendency to unrefined rawness, as if simply (and the simple is known to be the hardest in art...) an orange grove with branches, stem and stump is being processed here. With style!
Sillage and durability remain colognetypisch moderate: few Handbreit it radiates and pleases us few hours.
The whole fits more in the rural or domestic garden-like area. It does not seem over-polished. At the same time it seems to me quite today, urban and understatement cool. Rather Berlin than Munich, I think.
It seems a little retro, but that's good.
(My thanks for inspiration and verse goes to the olle Sappho and her "Ode to Aphrodite"!)
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