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The euphoria of the moment
She had to pause for a moment and took three deep breaths. Then she gathered all her courage, held her breath and applied the tweezers. With a sweeping motion, she simply plucked out the detached toenail.
As she pressed the iodine-soaked compress onto her injured foot, she hissed between clenched teeth, "A ballerina needs self-discipline, not toenails!" Over and over she whispered this phrase like a mantra until the pain finally subsided. It was not the first nail she had lost in this way. And tomorrow she would be back in the ballet studio, standing at the barre with poise and grace, her pointe shoes over her bandaged feet, smiling the pain away as she rose into the arabesque.
Nothing is harder than lightness.
Other sports elicited only a weary smile from her as she watched giant, muscle-bound guys roll around on the floor whining because someone had pushed them. Like giant babies, they flaunted their pain - completely unimaginable for a dancer.
So why was she doing all this to herself in the first place? The hard training, the strict diet, the merciless self-discipline? It was that one moment of complete euphoria when she floated onto the stage as if weightless. Completely at one with herself, her role and the indescribable beauty of the moment, at one with the beat of the music, dissolved in her dance. Every movement full of sublime elegance and razor-sharp precision, every jump as light as if she didn't even touch the floor. A blossoming into that magic for which she would always love ballet, and which made blood, sweat and tears simply forget.
**
When I read Alberto Morillas had developed Iris Prima in collaboration with the English National Ballet, gaining inspiration and behind-the-scenes insight, for a moment I really thought Penhaglion's was going to take a step no one has dared to take before and olfactor an unadorned picture of ballet. Whether the scent of sweaty bodies, rosin, kyta ointment, dusty props and more sweat would have been a big seller remains to be seen. It certainly would have been exciting. Much more exciting than Iris Prima is at first sniff: a green-powdery iris flanked by light, dry wood and a light but present suede note. It's joined by bright white jasmine blossoms, cloud-soft musk, and a hint of vanilla.
At the first wearing I found the fragrance pretty, but also a little unspectacular and had lost the scent trail so quickly that I checked off Iris Prima as nice, but inconsequential. It wasn't until the sample happened to fall into my hands again in warmer weather that the scent worked its full magic. Suddenly I could see the ballerina floating onto the stage and her white tutu shimmering in the spotlight. I felt the euphoria of the moment, but also the relentlessness that must have been necessary to achieve it. Interestingly, the scent also now hovered around me for hours. An amazing durability for such a lightweight.
What was different the second time? I do not know. But since then I cherish the suspicion that I perceive some types of musk and probably also Hedione, which are probably contained in high concentration in Iris Prima, only properly at higher temperatures. In any case, Alberto Morillas Ballerina was allowed to move in with me and has been with me for years now. Admittedly, there are more multifaceted and exciting fragrances, but when I don't feel like the usual citrus or floral scents on summer days, the powdery leather with the flashing jasmine stars of Iris Prima is just right.
As she pressed the iodine-soaked compress onto her injured foot, she hissed between clenched teeth, "A ballerina needs self-discipline, not toenails!" Over and over she whispered this phrase like a mantra until the pain finally subsided. It was not the first nail she had lost in this way. And tomorrow she would be back in the ballet studio, standing at the barre with poise and grace, her pointe shoes over her bandaged feet, smiling the pain away as she rose into the arabesque.
Nothing is harder than lightness.
Other sports elicited only a weary smile from her as she watched giant, muscle-bound guys roll around on the floor whining because someone had pushed them. Like giant babies, they flaunted their pain - completely unimaginable for a dancer.
So why was she doing all this to herself in the first place? The hard training, the strict diet, the merciless self-discipline? It was that one moment of complete euphoria when she floated onto the stage as if weightless. Completely at one with herself, her role and the indescribable beauty of the moment, at one with the beat of the music, dissolved in her dance. Every movement full of sublime elegance and razor-sharp precision, every jump as light as if she didn't even touch the floor. A blossoming into that magic for which she would always love ballet, and which made blood, sweat and tears simply forget.
**
When I read Alberto Morillas had developed Iris Prima in collaboration with the English National Ballet, gaining inspiration and behind-the-scenes insight, for a moment I really thought Penhaglion's was going to take a step no one has dared to take before and olfactor an unadorned picture of ballet. Whether the scent of sweaty bodies, rosin, kyta ointment, dusty props and more sweat would have been a big seller remains to be seen. It certainly would have been exciting. Much more exciting than Iris Prima is at first sniff: a green-powdery iris flanked by light, dry wood and a light but present suede note. It's joined by bright white jasmine blossoms, cloud-soft musk, and a hint of vanilla.
At the first wearing I found the fragrance pretty, but also a little unspectacular and had lost the scent trail so quickly that I checked off Iris Prima as nice, but inconsequential. It wasn't until the sample happened to fall into my hands again in warmer weather that the scent worked its full magic. Suddenly I could see the ballerina floating onto the stage and her white tutu shimmering in the spotlight. I felt the euphoria of the moment, but also the relentlessness that must have been necessary to achieve it. Interestingly, the scent also now hovered around me for hours. An amazing durability for such a lightweight.
What was different the second time? I do not know. But since then I cherish the suspicion that I perceive some types of musk and probably also Hedione, which are probably contained in high concentration in Iris Prima, only properly at higher temperatures. In any case, Alberto Morillas Ballerina was allowed to move in with me and has been with me for years now. Admittedly, there are more multifaceted and exciting fragrances, but when I don't feel like the usual citrus or floral scents on summer days, the powdery leather with the flashing jasmine stars of Iris Prima is just right.
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