Hamdani Parfums de Marly 2013
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Wear no, dream yes
7:20 AM.
Sunrise.
The clear chill of the past October night still lingers in the air.
I sit on the remnants of a once proud oak tree that adorned my grandparents' garden.
Unfortunately, over the years, this oak became an increasing danger to the small bungalow that stood under its proud crown.
The decision was made.
After more than 40 years, the oak's end had come.
Everyone helped out.
The neighbors, my uncle, family friends, and I, just before my 20th birthday, had to pitch in.
It took several days, but in the end, the remains of the oak were scattered throughout the garden.
Everyone took what they could use.
One of the neighbors built himself a wooden chair from a particularly thick piece.
Well, at least from his perspective.
Aside from the stump, nothing was left of the oak.
And there I sat.
Enjoying the morning sun shining on the stump.
The tranquility of the waking world and the coffee.
The scent of the wood and the disturbed earth.
Five years later, the end came for my grandparents' garden.
For health reasons, they could no longer make the 2-hour journey from Berlin to Brandenburg to the garden colony.
And so the garden, which my grandparents had tended for 50 years and which had been a huge adventure playground for my sister and me for as long as we could remember, was sold.
I pondered for a long time whether to write a comment about Hamdani, as I would not wear the fragrance.
Nevertheless, it is something very special to me, something very intimate.
It is a memory capsule for a long-gone time.
When I spray it on a scent strip, I smell the wood again, the disturbed earth mixed with leaves, the smoky remnants from the grill, and the stone slabs.
All the beautiful childhood memories (getting caught by grandma while sneaking strawberries) come flooding back.
And now please excuse me.
I have to return to the garden.
Sunrise.
The clear chill of the past October night still lingers in the air.
I sit on the remnants of a once proud oak tree that adorned my grandparents' garden.
Unfortunately, over the years, this oak became an increasing danger to the small bungalow that stood under its proud crown.
The decision was made.
After more than 40 years, the oak's end had come.
Everyone helped out.
The neighbors, my uncle, family friends, and I, just before my 20th birthday, had to pitch in.
It took several days, but in the end, the remains of the oak were scattered throughout the garden.
Everyone took what they could use.
One of the neighbors built himself a wooden chair from a particularly thick piece.
Well, at least from his perspective.
Aside from the stump, nothing was left of the oak.
And there I sat.
Enjoying the morning sun shining on the stump.
The tranquility of the waking world and the coffee.
The scent of the wood and the disturbed earth.
Five years later, the end came for my grandparents' garden.
For health reasons, they could no longer make the 2-hour journey from Berlin to Brandenburg to the garden colony.
And so the garden, which my grandparents had tended for 50 years and which had been a huge adventure playground for my sister and me for as long as we could remember, was sold.
I pondered for a long time whether to write a comment about Hamdani, as I would not wear the fragrance.
Nevertheless, it is something very special to me, something very intimate.
It is a memory capsule for a long-gone time.
When I spray it on a scent strip, I smell the wood again, the disturbed earth mixed with leaves, the smoky remnants from the grill, and the stone slabs.
All the beautiful childhood memories (getting caught by grandma while sneaking strawberries) come flooding back.
And now please excuse me.
I have to return to the garden.
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3 Comments
This one is also written very emotionally.
You manage to take us back in time every time.