Vanitas Profumum Roma 2008

Oh no, my angel, you are not gone. You are simply somewhere else now! Free from pain, fear and mortality. You stand before me, happy and laughing. Your fragrance drifts through the corridors. Your aura is everywhere. Your smile so incredibly radiant and luminous, just as it always was. On your lips, an….I love you! The infinity still reflects in your eyes, so blue, almost white and blind as orange blossoms. The sound of your voice strikes deep into my heart. As always, it lights up the deepest shadows of my heart in the most glaring light. Time stands still. As if glued to branches covered in resinous myrrh. My heart tears apart into resinous-sweet fragments. I crumple from the deepest pain or from gratitude,..who knows? Smoky and delicate, the memories take flight. Of something that once was! Time races away. Soft, milky and gently salty like tears or the sap of sandalwood. Why am I crying, you ask me? And yet you still hold my face as you did before, as you did the first time. And I feel the pulse in your fingers, so warmly spiced and so infinitely deep, as if vanilla itself were embracing and holding me. And I sink deep into your heart. And I so hope I will stay there for a long time. God willing!

Conclusion
My wife is very, very ill. She has dementia!
Vanitas is, or was, whatever the case may be, her signature scent. I was fascinated and, in part, shocked by what a fragrance can accomplish. People were always stopping her to ask about Vanitas. The absolute highlight was a cashier behind an inch-thick bulletproof glass window in a bank, who said….You smell so beautiful! YES,…there are perfumes that bring out the soul itself. Provided it really is beautiful and angelic. My wife had that, and still does. The caregivers are already arguing over who gets to enter my wife's room. Because she still enchants everyone with Vanitas. And it doesn't even have many notes. A hint of more bitter, resinous and grey-green myrrh. Gentle, balsamic and soft. A little orange blossom. Bitter, playful and delicately fruity. Wrapped in the creamiest, saltiest sandalwood. Gently and tenderly held by soft, spicy and pulsing warm vanilla.

And so let me tell you…!
No perfume will ever be forgotten. Not by a sound mind, nor by an ill one. It will remain forever. Deeply rooted in all the memories of love, life and bliss. It will always endure, even when the sun grows dark. And when pain becomes a friend . It will shine eternally. The person you loved will live on, and so will you, in a perfume. Vanitas is my vessel for the soul. What is yours..?

And mortality and vanity have never interested my companion, confidante and wife. Why would they? Probably because she was time and beauty itself….!

This was for you, my darling, and your perfume…!
IN EVERLASTING LOVE …I WILL ALWAYS SMELL YOU.
EVERYWHERE AND FOREVER IN MY HEART…!

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