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The essence of the flower
Ma chère Joséphine,
i am writing to you from this island, which is not mine, in a foreign ocean, so far away from everything I hold dear. The imperial court is at my service here too, but it cannot hide the fact that this is a prison, not a dungeon of stone, but surrounded by walls of water.
So I write down my memories so that posterity may form a picture of my work. I always return to two points in my life. My youth in Corsica, the smells of the seasons, the dry hay of autumn, the aromatic flowers and peaches, the moss between my hands. Here there is only everlasting green or the barren slopes of the volcanoes, no change and therefore no new beginnings. The other point is you, the only one I have ever loved.
So I beg you, send me your sous-vêtements, so that I can at least smell you once more, as if they were still warm from your body, the sweet powder still in the fine fabric, because the prostitutes here are young and healthy, but they have no class.
Adieu, mon amie, porte-toi bien.
BP*
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Immortelle Corse focuses on immortelle in all its facets: there are delicate floral tones, stony-dry, tart spice. A, quite rightly, dreaded maggot note also resonates here. However, the whole thing never becomes obtrusive or monothematic, as the immortelle is too balanced for that and is also supported by a few other notes First of all, there is saffron and lemon, which add something fresh and spicy to the immortelle. Apricot comes a little later. It is fruity, but not particularly sweet. I'm not thinking of a juicy apricot straight from the tree. With the spicy notes of immortelle, it's more like a chutney, although I can't help thinking of resins. Slowly, the oakmoss comes through more strongly, dry and fresh. At times, I have a hint of ginger in my nose.
Towards the base, the fragrance becomes a little sweeter and more powdery. This could perhaps be due to the oakmoss, but I would rather guess a little musk (pyramid or no pyramid). However, I only notice this powderiness when I concentrate on the fragrance and only from close up, as it is hardly noticeable when worn normally and at a greater distance. This makes it an extremely pleasant spring and early summer fragrance that, unlike Eau de Glorie, doesn't transport me to Corsica, but is simply a good perfume
Thanks to Spatzl for the sample!
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*For historical classification:
Napoleon Bonaparte was born in Kosika, made a career in the military, became First Consul of France and later Emperor of the French. He married Josèphe Marie Rose de Beauharnais (possibly even for love), later divorced her and died in exile on St. Helena in the South Atlantic. It is also certain that he continued to write to Joséphine after the divorce and signed it BP for Bonaparte. However, the letters were probably more about the amount of alimony. At least the tone must have been somewhat frostier; Napoleon's last letter to Joséphine ends with the words: "Farewell, my friend; write me that you are well. They say you are getting fat, like a fat Norman tenant's wife."
It is also doubtful that Napoleon smelled of immortelle, tart or otherwise masculine in today's sense. His cologne was at least described on ARD educational television (Sendung mit der Maus) as fresh, bodily and very flowery.
i am writing to you from this island, which is not mine, in a foreign ocean, so far away from everything I hold dear. The imperial court is at my service here too, but it cannot hide the fact that this is a prison, not a dungeon of stone, but surrounded by walls of water.
So I write down my memories so that posterity may form a picture of my work. I always return to two points in my life. My youth in Corsica, the smells of the seasons, the dry hay of autumn, the aromatic flowers and peaches, the moss between my hands. Here there is only everlasting green or the barren slopes of the volcanoes, no change and therefore no new beginnings. The other point is you, the only one I have ever loved.
So I beg you, send me your sous-vêtements, so that I can at least smell you once more, as if they were still warm from your body, the sweet powder still in the fine fabric, because the prostitutes here are young and healthy, but they have no class.
Adieu, mon amie, porte-toi bien.
BP*
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Immortelle Corse focuses on immortelle in all its facets: there are delicate floral tones, stony-dry, tart spice. A, quite rightly, dreaded maggot note also resonates here. However, the whole thing never becomes obtrusive or monothematic, as the immortelle is too balanced for that and is also supported by a few other notes First of all, there is saffron and lemon, which add something fresh and spicy to the immortelle. Apricot comes a little later. It is fruity, but not particularly sweet. I'm not thinking of a juicy apricot straight from the tree. With the spicy notes of immortelle, it's more like a chutney, although I can't help thinking of resins. Slowly, the oakmoss comes through more strongly, dry and fresh. At times, I have a hint of ginger in my nose.
Towards the base, the fragrance becomes a little sweeter and more powdery. This could perhaps be due to the oakmoss, but I would rather guess a little musk (pyramid or no pyramid). However, I only notice this powderiness when I concentrate on the fragrance and only from close up, as it is hardly noticeable when worn normally and at a greater distance. This makes it an extremely pleasant spring and early summer fragrance that, unlike Eau de Glorie, doesn't transport me to Corsica, but is simply a good perfume
Thanks to Spatzl for the sample!
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*For historical classification:
Napoleon Bonaparte was born in Kosika, made a career in the military, became First Consul of France and later Emperor of the French. He married Josèphe Marie Rose de Beauharnais (possibly even for love), later divorced her and died in exile on St. Helena in the South Atlantic. It is also certain that he continued to write to Joséphine after the divorce and signed it BP for Bonaparte. However, the letters were probably more about the amount of alimony. At least the tone must have been somewhat frostier; Napoleon's last letter to Joséphine ends with the words: "Farewell, my friend; write me that you are well. They say you are getting fat, like a fat Norman tenant's wife."
It is also doubtful that Napoleon smelled of immortelle, tart or otherwise masculine in today's sense. His cologne was at least described on ARD educational television (Sendung mit der Maus) as fresh, bodily and very flowery.
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*For the historical classification: Joséphine.out of the mouse. 😅
The following line to dear Josephine has been handed down: "Stop washing yourself, I'm coming home"
There was nothing fresh and flowery about it!
Your excursion into history is definitely worth reading.
I'll skip the book, I don't like reading non-fiction, it always feels a bit like work.