02/21/2021
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Where your feet are, that's the center of the world
One of the many peculiarities - or oddities, if you will - of Berlin is that the inhabitants of almost every district - ah, what: districts, neighbourhoods, sometimes streets - are convinced that theirs is the best, the most beautiful and the only one - and that here and nowhere else is the centre of the world. And so it is this very special 'campanilismo' between the proverbial suburban Spandau in the west to the idyllic green Rahnsdorf in the east, from the sedate-bourgeois Steglitz in the south to the amazingly rural Lübars in the north - and all the tourist jubilation in the middle of it all - that gives this city its essence and character.
The district that bears the stamp of old West Berlin like no other is Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf. Between the zoo and Tauentzien lies its perceived center, and not far from this center in Kantstraße the shop of Harry Lehmann - for the unobservant two almost invisible shop windows near the intersection Wilmersdorfer Straße. But when you step through the glass door into the shop, you feel like you're back in the old West Berlin - even if it's still 2021 on the other side of the glass door and shop windows. And if I had to choose one of all the fragrances on sale here as the essence of Harry Lehmann - it would be Russian Juchten.
Due to its many Russian exiles, Charlottenburg was once nicknamed 'Charlottengrad', but it may be doubted that this was the impetus for Russisch Juchten - a name that promises much, and yet is so different from what - even and especially the most advanced - perfume lover might have expected. Here is a powerful and edgy orchestrated fragrance - one that still offers such a variety of scent notes and accords that one can indeed speak of 'orchestration'. It's a chypre and then it's not, it's leather and yet it's not, it's as self-consciously oldschool as Kantstrasse out front, 2021 or not.
Russian Juchten is an uncompromisingly linear fragrance of the old school, located somewhere between Chypre, oak moss and leather - and thus for only in the last ten or even twenty years socialized noses downright disturbingly strange. He tells of the 70s and 80s of the last century - not wistfully or transfigured, but quite soberly, telling of cigarette smoke in fur coats, of crab salad in cocktail glasses and the important mien of the waiter when he stepped up to the table and said half aloud: 'Call for you, Mr. Director.' Here is the soul of Harry Lehmann, Kantstrasse 106 in Berlin-Charlottenburg, in a bottle. Here.
Conclusion: every generation has found ways and words to sing about Berlin's neighbourliness anew: from Hilde's homesickness for her Kurfürstendamm to Sido's district, quarter, neighbourhood, street, block. Sven Regner, frontman of the Berlin band Element of Crime croaked: 'Wo deine Füße steh'n, ist der Mittelpunkt der Welt'. Here in Charlottenburg, where it smells like Lehmann's Russian Juchten.
Addendum: is loewenherz back? No, he is not. Just this once. :)
The district that bears the stamp of old West Berlin like no other is Charlottenburg-Wilmersdorf. Between the zoo and Tauentzien lies its perceived center, and not far from this center in Kantstraße the shop of Harry Lehmann - for the unobservant two almost invisible shop windows near the intersection Wilmersdorfer Straße. But when you step through the glass door into the shop, you feel like you're back in the old West Berlin - even if it's still 2021 on the other side of the glass door and shop windows. And if I had to choose one of all the fragrances on sale here as the essence of Harry Lehmann - it would be Russian Juchten.
Due to its many Russian exiles, Charlottenburg was once nicknamed 'Charlottengrad', but it may be doubted that this was the impetus for Russisch Juchten - a name that promises much, and yet is so different from what - even and especially the most advanced - perfume lover might have expected. Here is a powerful and edgy orchestrated fragrance - one that still offers such a variety of scent notes and accords that one can indeed speak of 'orchestration'. It's a chypre and then it's not, it's leather and yet it's not, it's as self-consciously oldschool as Kantstrasse out front, 2021 or not.
Russian Juchten is an uncompromisingly linear fragrance of the old school, located somewhere between Chypre, oak moss and leather - and thus for only in the last ten or even twenty years socialized noses downright disturbingly strange. He tells of the 70s and 80s of the last century - not wistfully or transfigured, but quite soberly, telling of cigarette smoke in fur coats, of crab salad in cocktail glasses and the important mien of the waiter when he stepped up to the table and said half aloud: 'Call for you, Mr. Director.' Here is the soul of Harry Lehmann, Kantstrasse 106 in Berlin-Charlottenburg, in a bottle. Here.
Conclusion: every generation has found ways and words to sing about Berlin's neighbourliness anew: from Hilde's homesickness for her Kurfürstendamm to Sido's district, quarter, neighbourhood, street, block. Sven Regner, frontman of the Berlin band Element of Crime croaked: 'Wo deine Füße steh'n, ist der Mittelpunkt der Welt'. Here in Charlottenburg, where it smells like Lehmann's Russian Juchten.
Addendum: is loewenherz back? No, he is not. Just this once. :)
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