The sultans of swing
When my husband and I first met, two worlds seemed to collide
He wore suit combinations with tie - I wore jeans with " real " holes.
He housed a complete Villeroy & Boch service in his picco bello apartment - while I use the 8-edged department store tableware from which I liked to drink my tea.
He is of course a coffee drinker
I shared my four walls with numerous cute plush toys - and many pictures.
In his luxury dwelling I found only bare walls
On his shelves were well-ordered scientific books - in my " library " there was room for well-ordered novels, comics and sheet music.
We did not have to fear that we had many things twice
So are our extensive record and CD collections.
His metier was pop music - mine was independent music.
Comparable to perfume mainstreamers and perfume niches.
But that did not scare me - because I like to get to know new things.
Diversity can also be enriching.
So I made friends with "commercial" music - of which I particularly liked Dire Straights.
I was particularly fond of the elated Sultans of Swing.
They sounded in my ear when I sprayed Sultan de muscat today.
Here I find an unusually light to cheerful Oriental who goes along with the music.
The spices dance a round dance and remain in suspension.
The woods are flexible and translucent.
Soft leather forms a background to the golden musk.
The Sultan has torn the turban from his head and grooved in his golden seraglio.
Mainstream meets niche - and man meets woman - because this hearty, warm scent is unisex.
By the way - this ritual pleases the husband and me equally.