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10/20/2019
Serenissima
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Sunday morning all by himself
Once again I am crossing the line between ladies' and gentlemen's fragrances; here I do not understand the classification at all.
But good: she may still come from a time when mistress stayed at home well-behaved and bland, her emotional life had to be limited to the three classic "K's", while the master of the house polished and refurbished the world - even if it was perhaps only half of it -.
For me this "Hammam Bouquet" is an invitation to spend most of the Sunday with pleasure doing nothing and myself: in warmth and peace, seeking relaxation and amazingly finding it.
This fragrance composition instantly lays itself on my skin like warm smooth oil: I feel as if I just got out of a steam bath (where the mirrors are mercifully fogged up and therefore useless!) and everything inside me is now ready for a soothing massage.
I can't say exactly which fragrances are responsible for this feeling of well-being: it's just relaxing all around And this is how I'd like to sigh: "Oh, James! Where's your mink glove?" (s. James Bond "Fireball")
"Hammam Bouquet" clearly signals: "Time! You've got time! Time for you!"
Tensions are slowly released, thoughts can flow freely again and a lot of garbage accumulated there is washed away; it's as if I was floating in the warm water, dissolved and safe.
("Floating" is what this is called?!)
Lavender and rose, both pleasantly tough in the scent flow, slowly penetrate through to me; cedar wood, too, feels pampered under the hands of a skilled masseur.
In the meantime, despite all welcome sloth, the senses have awakened: I now consciously perceive amber, musk and a lot of sandalwood!
Whoa! How beautifully this fragrance now caresses me: full-bodied and warm, tempting and extremely sensual.
Surely my sensual feelings do not correspond to the thoughts with which this quite opulent fragrance was created at that time.
Yes, it is sensual, this scent web, but truly "appealing to the senses"; eroticizing on the other hand, it has no effect on me.
Well, I am a woman and the Orient was thought of at the end of the 19th century, when this composition saw the light of day, certainly much more exotic and seductive than it is today - even in the world of fragrance.
How many "forbidden/ dirty" thoughts may have originated at that time with the designation "Oriental smell" in some heads.
Against this backdrop, my delight at a fragrance association of relaxing hours in the hammam, surrounded by warmth and tranquillity, where I can pamper myself and let my soul dangle, would probably be regarded as exuberant and exotic.
That's how we women are, if necessary, always: eccentric! We are seldom understood by men!
It almost seems as if I have finally found a scent of this, for me always very difficult brand, which really appeals to me, even if I had to penetrate into the "male" domain.
Yes, yes, yes! We women have been assaulted!
At some point we'll conquer your elitist clubs as well: Wait and see!
But this hour on early Sunday morning belongs entirely to me, my thoughts, wrapped in some splashes of "hammam bouquet" and a warm, soft housecoat.
The tea is freshly brewed and sits comfortably on the teapot, some little treats and the book are ready (only for emergencies) and the door is wide open for relaxation and well-being.
Just dare to come in "Hammam Bouquet"! It's Sunday!"
But good: she may still come from a time when mistress stayed at home well-behaved and bland, her emotional life had to be limited to the three classic "K's", while the master of the house polished and refurbished the world - even if it was perhaps only half of it -.
For me this "Hammam Bouquet" is an invitation to spend most of the Sunday with pleasure doing nothing and myself: in warmth and peace, seeking relaxation and amazingly finding it.
This fragrance composition instantly lays itself on my skin like warm smooth oil: I feel as if I just got out of a steam bath (where the mirrors are mercifully fogged up and therefore useless!) and everything inside me is now ready for a soothing massage.
I can't say exactly which fragrances are responsible for this feeling of well-being: it's just relaxing all around And this is how I'd like to sigh: "Oh, James! Where's your mink glove?" (s. James Bond "Fireball")
"Hammam Bouquet" clearly signals: "Time! You've got time! Time for you!"
Tensions are slowly released, thoughts can flow freely again and a lot of garbage accumulated there is washed away; it's as if I was floating in the warm water, dissolved and safe.
("Floating" is what this is called?!)
Lavender and rose, both pleasantly tough in the scent flow, slowly penetrate through to me; cedar wood, too, feels pampered under the hands of a skilled masseur.
In the meantime, despite all welcome sloth, the senses have awakened: I now consciously perceive amber, musk and a lot of sandalwood!
Whoa! How beautifully this fragrance now caresses me: full-bodied and warm, tempting and extremely sensual.
Surely my sensual feelings do not correspond to the thoughts with which this quite opulent fragrance was created at that time.
Yes, it is sensual, this scent web, but truly "appealing to the senses"; eroticizing on the other hand, it has no effect on me.
Well, I am a woman and the Orient was thought of at the end of the 19th century, when this composition saw the light of day, certainly much more exotic and seductive than it is today - even in the world of fragrance.
How many "forbidden/ dirty" thoughts may have originated at that time with the designation "Oriental smell" in some heads.
Against this backdrop, my delight at a fragrance association of relaxing hours in the hammam, surrounded by warmth and tranquillity, where I can pamper myself and let my soul dangle, would probably be regarded as exuberant and exotic.
That's how we women are, if necessary, always: eccentric! We are seldom understood by men!
It almost seems as if I have finally found a scent of this, for me always very difficult brand, which really appeals to me, even if I had to penetrate into the "male" domain.
Yes, yes, yes! We women have been assaulted!
At some point we'll conquer your elitist clubs as well: Wait and see!
But this hour on early Sunday morning belongs entirely to me, my thoughts, wrapped in some splashes of "hammam bouquet" and a warm, soft housecoat.
The tea is freshly brewed and sits comfortably on the teapot, some little treats and the book are ready (only for emergencies) and the door is wide open for relaxation and well-being.
Just dare to come in "Hammam Bouquet"! It's Sunday!"
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