Hamdani Parfums de Marly 2013

7:20.
Sunrise.
The clear cold of the last October night is still in the air I am sitting on the stump remains of a once proud oak tree that adorned my grandparents' garden.
Unfortunately, over the years, this oak tree became a growing threat to the small bungalow house that stood under its proud crown.
The decision was made.
After over 40 years came the end of the oak.
Everybody pitched in.
The neighbours, my uncle, friends of the family and also I, shortly before my 20th year of life, had to help out.
It took several days, but in the end the remains of the oak tree lay scattered in the garden.
Everyone took what they could use One of the neighbours built a wooden armchair from a particularly thick piece of wood.
Well, at least according to him.
Except for the stump there was nothing left of the oak tree.
And there I sat Enjoyed the morning sun shining on the tree stump.
The peace of the waking up world and the coffee.
The smell of the wood and the stirred up earth.

5 years later came the end for the garden of my grandparents.
For health reasons, they were unable to make the 2-hour drive from Berlin to Brandenburg to the garden colony.
And so the garden, which my grandparents tended for 50 years and for me and my sister since we could think was a single, huge adventure playground, was sold.

For a long time I thought about writing a comment to Hamdani, because I would not wear the fragrance.
Nevertheless, he is something very special to me, something very intimate.
It's a memory capsule for a time long past
When I spray it on a fragrance strip, I can smell the wood again, the churned earth mixed with leaves, the smoky remains from the grill and the stone slabs.
It brings up all the beautiful childhood memories (caught grandma stealing strawberries)
Now if you'll excuse me I have to go back to the garden.