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Notes05/18/2021
Einfalt
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The first great love
They say fragrances have the deepest anchors in the subconscious related to memories, and also that first love is the most special and beautiful of all ; this fragrance and this tribute are proof of that.
We met at 13, the next 3 years were flights of highs and lows, in the end I hit what I thought was the right direction and passed a sign in the middle of my path repeating itself every few feet :
What if?
The days of mourning my then wonderful experience and feeling sorry for myself are over, after all it was more than 5 years ago. At least that's what I thought before I brought out the empty bottle from a long forgotten drawer with all the reference objects of that time that had become dreamlike in the meantime.
Images of the past jumped into my mind, a carefree time founded solely on love, it was everything one had imagined under being perfect ; at least in the moments that really mattered.
I took the bottle in my hand, looked at it with a deep tension and pulled off the lid. Very carefully, I tried to take in the very last molecules of fragrance tacked on with love, and sure enough, I smelled it. It was her.
I saw her living in front of my eyes, the surroundings, her room, her bed, her smile and her tears, everything that I had suppressed subconsciously and out of self-protection bit at me. And from then on I believed the association between scents and memory as the strongest of its kind.
We humans grow from the things we once didn't think we could survive, and so it was and will be this time. Probably I will not get to know a fragrance again, with which I can connect something as powerful and beautiful as with this one, but I don't need to; because I have found you again, my first great love
We met at 13, the next 3 years were flights of highs and lows, in the end I hit what I thought was the right direction and passed a sign in the middle of my path repeating itself every few feet :
What if?
The days of mourning my then wonderful experience and feeling sorry for myself are over, after all it was more than 5 years ago. At least that's what I thought before I brought out the empty bottle from a long forgotten drawer with all the reference objects of that time that had become dreamlike in the meantime.
Images of the past jumped into my mind, a carefree time founded solely on love, it was everything one had imagined under being perfect ; at least in the moments that really mattered.
I took the bottle in my hand, looked at it with a deep tension and pulled off the lid. Very carefully, I tried to take in the very last molecules of fragrance tacked on with love, and sure enough, I smelled it. It was her.
I saw her living in front of my eyes, the surroundings, her room, her bed, her smile and her tears, everything that I had suppressed subconsciously and out of self-protection bit at me. And from then on I believed the association between scents and memory as the strongest of its kind.
We humans grow from the things we once didn't think we could survive, and so it was and will be this time. Probably I will not get to know a fragrance again, with which I can connect something as powerful and beautiful as with this one, but I don't need to; because I have found you again, my first great love
