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Composition in Cold and Warm
Once again, a fascinating ambivalence fragrance of the highest quality! Since no one else but me has it here, the task now falls to me to make it accessible to other "noses." And that is not so easy! But it is definitely worth a try.
Bitingly cold, it seems that ice flowers are settling on window panes at first sniff. The room behind is furnished in bright Scandinavian style and is sparsely heated.
But the sun of the early morning shines from the light blue sky onto the just-opening leaf buds of shrubs and trees.
It smells bright and soapy, hints of candle wax on the table and dresser. And of the bouquet in an old-fashioned vase. Freesias, garden carnations, lily of the valley, and irises carry their scents into the room.
As the day progresses, the warmth of spring also picks up speed. The sun shines through the windows, and the ice flowers have long since disappeared in favor of damp traces on the windows. Melting into delicate "tears."
It smells of apples from last autumn, lying together with pears in a fruit bowl between candles and the bouquet on the dresser. Signaling an unsettling friendliness. Carrying into yesterday. Severity is softened by style. And finally warmed by woody-spicy scents from another corner of the room. First, it comes from afar, then getting closer, absorbing the coolness yet remaining slightly aloof.
A hard-to-describe ambivalence that can fascinate down to the tips of the toes.
Bitingly cold, it seems that ice flowers are settling on window panes at first sniff. The room behind is furnished in bright Scandinavian style and is sparsely heated.
But the sun of the early morning shines from the light blue sky onto the just-opening leaf buds of shrubs and trees.
It smells bright and soapy, hints of candle wax on the table and dresser. And of the bouquet in an old-fashioned vase. Freesias, garden carnations, lily of the valley, and irises carry their scents into the room.
As the day progresses, the warmth of spring also picks up speed. The sun shines through the windows, and the ice flowers have long since disappeared in favor of damp traces on the windows. Melting into delicate "tears."
It smells of apples from last autumn, lying together with pears in a fruit bowl between candles and the bouquet on the dresser. Signaling an unsettling friendliness. Carrying into yesterday. Severity is softened by style. And finally warmed by woody-spicy scents from another corner of the room. First, it comes from afar, then getting closer, absorbing the coolness yet remaining slightly aloof.
A hard-to-describe ambivalence that can fascinate down to the tips of the toes.
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