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04/02/2020
Parfümlein
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"Spring, let your blue ribbon flutter through the air again...
... "sweet, familiar scents, forebodingly sweeping the land.. - is there anyone here who did not have to learn this poem by Mörike in primary school? And yet it is not even particularly beautiful, so unwieldy with this strange embracing rhyme. But: It is firmly engraved in us, becoming an unforgettable herald of spring itself. I always think of this poem when I use Lady Blanche - for me a second perfect herald of spring. Whether the pyramid is truly complete is beyond my judgement. But these three flowers are united in perfect harmony in this fragrance.
Iris, the gentle powder, welcomes me at the beginning. In fact, the fragrance is at its most gentle in the first few minutes. This is the refinement in the fragrance and also in the image evoked by the name of the perfume: acting softly and innocently, Lady Blanche first gets up and prepares herself with an extensive toilet for the day that begins for her in the morning, around half past ten. Her bobbin lace gloves, her breast cloth made of Brussels lace, look so delicate and fragile. No water can cloud her, the little wolf in cuddly sheep's clothing
Then the narcissus appears and the fragrance takes on something immensely green, tart and powerful. I suspect that it is this strong note that has reminded the previous speakers here of corners and edges, of graveyard flower water. Indeed, it seems that Lady Blanche is now becoming very uncomfortable talking to her newspaper-reading husband at the breakfast table. But isn't this impression actually wrong? Is not the green narcissus shade that pervades here beautiful, just because it seems harsh? Admittedly, it is not crystal clear and fresh like other spring flower scents, such as "La Tulipe" or "La Femme l'eau", which I described yesterday.
But anyone who has ever been to the Lake District in March knows the oceans of yellow daffodils, the daffodils, which were planted there in honour of the national poet William Wordsworth and which now multiply millions of times over as soon as the first ray of sunlight hits the early spring landscape. And anyone who has ever seen these yellow lights, gathered in their hundreds between the completely bare branches and bushes, small and delicate, shimmering through the dark undergrowth, will agree with me that there are few flowers more hopeful and fragile than these, which bravely take up the fight against the gloomy, still winter cold. No sugar-sweet drivel will help here - you have to be a bit harsher to assert yourself against the inhospitable nature. Thus, for me, the tangy green and yet so pure blossom scent of the daffodils symbolizes the end of winter and the final breakthrough into spring - and is thus for me the complete opposite of cemetery and death. The daffodil stands for life! A new beginning! Sunshine! Happiness!
The hyacinth, which is added later, this weird, eye-catching scent flower, finally gives the fragrance its unerring elegance, exactly the tone that makes this fragrance so fine and so suitable for work. Lady Blanche shows here from her precious, precious side - her level, her complexity, all the things her husband would have to miss if she would really take revenge. But that's not what she wants at all. She just wants to show him who she really is. And she doesn't want him to underestimate her. The hyacinth gives this self-confident, flowery-green fragrance more variety, with the finest nuances of flowers even towards the end, making it so noble and - yes - expensive. A really beautiful, distanced and elegant spring scent - as said, perfect for working, but full of happy promises
Iris, the gentle powder, welcomes me at the beginning. In fact, the fragrance is at its most gentle in the first few minutes. This is the refinement in the fragrance and also in the image evoked by the name of the perfume: acting softly and innocently, Lady Blanche first gets up and prepares herself with an extensive toilet for the day that begins for her in the morning, around half past ten. Her bobbin lace gloves, her breast cloth made of Brussels lace, look so delicate and fragile. No water can cloud her, the little wolf in cuddly sheep's clothing
Then the narcissus appears and the fragrance takes on something immensely green, tart and powerful. I suspect that it is this strong note that has reminded the previous speakers here of corners and edges, of graveyard flower water. Indeed, it seems that Lady Blanche is now becoming very uncomfortable talking to her newspaper-reading husband at the breakfast table. But isn't this impression actually wrong? Is not the green narcissus shade that pervades here beautiful, just because it seems harsh? Admittedly, it is not crystal clear and fresh like other spring flower scents, such as "La Tulipe" or "La Femme l'eau", which I described yesterday.
But anyone who has ever been to the Lake District in March knows the oceans of yellow daffodils, the daffodils, which were planted there in honour of the national poet William Wordsworth and which now multiply millions of times over as soon as the first ray of sunlight hits the early spring landscape. And anyone who has ever seen these yellow lights, gathered in their hundreds between the completely bare branches and bushes, small and delicate, shimmering through the dark undergrowth, will agree with me that there are few flowers more hopeful and fragile than these, which bravely take up the fight against the gloomy, still winter cold. No sugar-sweet drivel will help here - you have to be a bit harsher to assert yourself against the inhospitable nature. Thus, for me, the tangy green and yet so pure blossom scent of the daffodils symbolizes the end of winter and the final breakthrough into spring - and is thus for me the complete opposite of cemetery and death. The daffodil stands for life! A new beginning! Sunshine! Happiness!
The hyacinth, which is added later, this weird, eye-catching scent flower, finally gives the fragrance its unerring elegance, exactly the tone that makes this fragrance so fine and so suitable for work. Lady Blanche shows here from her precious, precious side - her level, her complexity, all the things her husband would have to miss if she would really take revenge. But that's not what she wants at all. She just wants to show him who she really is. And she doesn't want him to underestimate her. The hyacinth gives this self-confident, flowery-green fragrance more variety, with the finest nuances of flowers even towards the end, making it so noble and - yes - expensive. A really beautiful, distanced and elegant spring scent - as said, perfect for working, but full of happy promises
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