12/21/2023
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And so he found her again...!
He was still the little prince. There was just one difference. He was now tall and quite experienced. He had been living and practising the philosophy of his father Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for a very, very long time. He saw love with his heart. And he had also felt it physically. Just once. And she was beautiful! But he had forgotten what she smelled like. It had been too long! What did she smell like again? He knew one thing. She definitely smelled of roses. And so he picked up a rose. Pure, unspecific and almost simply constructed. And then, lost in thought, he went into his laboratory...!
There he sprinkled it with fruity essences of juicy grapefruit. It was the essence of "bitterness". As juicy and bitter as pain. But the pain was not yet deep enough, the little prince thought. So he took the spiciest, darkest pepper he had and sprinkled it on the fruity rose. It was the essence of "pain". And so the vulnerability of the thorns was added. Pungent, spirited, wild and confused!
The rose, or love in this sense, was slowly taking shape. But it was not yet what he had in mind. And so he continued to refine it. He reached for the glass labeled "recklessness". It smelled of narcotic vermouth or cognac. The scent was so strong it clouded his senses. The little prince dosed it very sensitively and gently. The rose now smelled much more lively, lighter and almost weightless. Beautiful,...but not yet what he had in mind!
The "tenderness" was missing. He found it quite far back on the shelf of emotions. It was completely dusty. As if it hadn't been used for a long time. He opened the jar with reverence and caution. It was one of the strongest emotions. He put his hand over his mouth and nose to stop himself from crying. The smell was that beautiful. But the smell still hit him. And tears flowed. The "tenderness" smells of juicy pears dusted with vanilla. So soft and name-giving,...hurtfully tender!
The rose smelled perfect! But love didn't smell like that. It was too smooth and flawless. It wasn't like that. He knew it from his own painful experience! And so he looked for something in his father's laboratory that was under lock and key. It was too wild, unruly, strong and it stank. That much he knew. And it was too disturbing to be left out in the open. So he sneaked into his father Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's bedroom to steal the key to the poison cabinet in which the darkest and most disturbing essence was stored. And he found it...!
And so the little, big prince went to the poison cabinet and opened it. There, covered in iris dust, was a tiny little bottle. It was decorated with a rose-gold emblem that was barely legible under all the delicate dust. He gently and carefully freed the small bottle from it and read what was written on it. In faded red-brown ink it read...BODILITY. It was the state of deepest familiarity and intimacy...
So he took the bottle in his hands with the utmost care and added just half a drop of human musk to his creation of love. Immediately it shriveled and wilted. And it stank wretchedly. But also fascinating! But his experiment, or rather the rose of love, recovered quickly. Very quickly! Everything lifeless was instantly flooded with light. An infinitely deep and wonderful glow flowed through every leaf and every bud, as well as the flower itself. It was like the spark of life. And it began to smell. So infinitely disturbingly beautiful. So aggressive and yet so passive. So tender and yet so deeply hurtful. Yes... that's how love and the rose smelled to him. It was perfect for him. That's how he had felt her once. So irritating, human, vulnerable and floral...!
Then he gently took the still very fragile, weakened and unique rose in his hands and placed it on the windowsill in his bedroom. May it grow. He opened the window so that the light of the stars shone on it and its fragrance touched the lonely stars. And he nourished her with a tear every evening before he fell asleep. So that they would not dry up. And so the little, big prince fell asleep peacefully every evening. Wrapped in a deep, happy, human memory of love itself...!
END
My dear friends, members and readers!
This was my last review and story for this year. And as always, it was a pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it and liked it! For more background, I recommend Profumo's great commentary. Like the little prince, I have been seeing with my heart for a long time. At least that's my opinion! It's not always just about perfumes. I've been given a lot of insight into other people's hearts this year. And I have also warmed the door to mine. And I have done so with honesty! You find yourself here in a wonderful and magical way. Always new. Always unique and beautiful! Here at Parfumo, it often smells like it does now in the bedroom of the little, big prince. It smells of LOVE...you just have to follow the scent. Each of us can send and also receive. But you should also open your window so that it reaches other stars or reaches you. Let's open the windows together so that LOVE can float to the hidden and lonely stars that still live in darkness! I wish everyone here a wonderful Christmas. Embrace what you love. Appreciate what you have and hold it very, very tightly. Love, friendship, partnership. And keep your humanity and charity safe! Everything is so infinitely valuable, fragile, delicate and precious...!
I love you...Merry, happy, contemplative and wonderful Christmas! Can (the already very old,little,big prince)
And here is the "hope". But you have to hear and see it. I know them only too well! Hear them loudly...!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U9WURgOtf0
There he sprinkled it with fruity essences of juicy grapefruit. It was the essence of "bitterness". As juicy and bitter as pain. But the pain was not yet deep enough, the little prince thought. So he took the spiciest, darkest pepper he had and sprinkled it on the fruity rose. It was the essence of "pain". And so the vulnerability of the thorns was added. Pungent, spirited, wild and confused!
The rose, or love in this sense, was slowly taking shape. But it was not yet what he had in mind. And so he continued to refine it. He reached for the glass labeled "recklessness". It smelled of narcotic vermouth or cognac. The scent was so strong it clouded his senses. The little prince dosed it very sensitively and gently. The rose now smelled much more lively, lighter and almost weightless. Beautiful,...but not yet what he had in mind!
The "tenderness" was missing. He found it quite far back on the shelf of emotions. It was completely dusty. As if it hadn't been used for a long time. He opened the jar with reverence and caution. It was one of the strongest emotions. He put his hand over his mouth and nose to stop himself from crying. The smell was that beautiful. But the smell still hit him. And tears flowed. The "tenderness" smells of juicy pears dusted with vanilla. So soft and name-giving,...hurtfully tender!
The rose smelled perfect! But love didn't smell like that. It was too smooth and flawless. It wasn't like that. He knew it from his own painful experience! And so he looked for something in his father's laboratory that was under lock and key. It was too wild, unruly, strong and it stank. That much he knew. And it was too disturbing to be left out in the open. So he sneaked into his father Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's bedroom to steal the key to the poison cabinet in which the darkest and most disturbing essence was stored. And he found it...!
And so the little, big prince went to the poison cabinet and opened it. There, covered in iris dust, was a tiny little bottle. It was decorated with a rose-gold emblem that was barely legible under all the delicate dust. He gently and carefully freed the small bottle from it and read what was written on it. In faded red-brown ink it read...BODILITY. It was the state of deepest familiarity and intimacy...
So he took the bottle in his hands with the utmost care and added just half a drop of human musk to his creation of love. Immediately it shriveled and wilted. And it stank wretchedly. But also fascinating! But his experiment, or rather the rose of love, recovered quickly. Very quickly! Everything lifeless was instantly flooded with light. An infinitely deep and wonderful glow flowed through every leaf and every bud, as well as the flower itself. It was like the spark of life. And it began to smell. So infinitely disturbingly beautiful. So aggressive and yet so passive. So tender and yet so deeply hurtful. Yes... that's how love and the rose smelled to him. It was perfect for him. That's how he had felt her once. So irritating, human, vulnerable and floral...!
Then he gently took the still very fragile, weakened and unique rose in his hands and placed it on the windowsill in his bedroom. May it grow. He opened the window so that the light of the stars shone on it and its fragrance touched the lonely stars. And he nourished her with a tear every evening before he fell asleep. So that they would not dry up. And so the little, big prince fell asleep peacefully every evening. Wrapped in a deep, happy, human memory of love itself...!
END
My dear friends, members and readers!
This was my last review and story for this year. And as always, it was a pleasure. I hope you enjoyed it and liked it! For more background, I recommend Profumo's great commentary. Like the little prince, I have been seeing with my heart for a long time. At least that's my opinion! It's not always just about perfumes. I've been given a lot of insight into other people's hearts this year. And I have also warmed the door to mine. And I have done so with honesty! You find yourself here in a wonderful and magical way. Always new. Always unique and beautiful! Here at Parfumo, it often smells like it does now in the bedroom of the little, big prince. It smells of LOVE...you just have to follow the scent. Each of us can send and also receive. But you should also open your window so that it reaches other stars or reaches you. Let's open the windows together so that LOVE can float to the hidden and lonely stars that still live in darkness! I wish everyone here a wonderful Christmas. Embrace what you love. Appreciate what you have and hold it very, very tightly. Love, friendship, partnership. And keep your humanity and charity safe! Everything is so infinitely valuable, fragile, delicate and precious...!
I love you...Merry, happy, contemplative and wonderful Christmas! Can (the already very old,little,big prince)
And here is the "hope". But you have to hear and see it. I know them only too well! Hear them loudly...!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_U9WURgOtf0
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