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Sometimes bandits leave something behind.
She came to me one morning. A lonely Sunday in the middle of winter. Her long hair blew in the icy wind. I don’t know how she found me; after all, I was a gray mouse in the night. She asked me my name and about my goals. She appeared to me like a whole aldehyde accord. Strange, mystical, and yet very familiar. This enhanced her already mysterious presence in her black leather cloak. Made of very fine yet so tough leather, as if the good piece had been around for decades.
Thus began the nice, casual conversation that would once influence my "olfactory" worldview. I told her about my vision of fighting against those who divide scents and perfumes into genders. These people had a compulsion to ban great perfumes for the 'other' gender. Without any thoughts of love or God, who created all scents for 'all' people. And I asked her to stand by me as a fighter (including herself) to destroy these enemies. I was that bitter.
She smiled gently. In that moment, I realized that beneath her black leather cloak, there was much more slumbering. Flowers upon flowers, both erotically sexy and maternally tender. Maternally wise was her reaction:
"Fight? Ban? That sounds like war. War reduces humanity to an animal. Although something animalistic resides in all of us, we shouldn’t overdo it. Such a war is easy to start, but hardly winnable."
A hint of the 'animalistic' peeked out from under her cloak, reinforced by cumin-like spices.
With these wise words, she reminded me that a woman is the mother of 'all' people. Conflicts should always be eased, not escalated. I became fearful. I would be alone with my personal conflict. And I pleaded with her:
"Please, extend your hand to me or allow me to stay with you."
"Have faith and be confident. What troubles you are just numbers. An old story of minority and majority. Numbers have no power. Don’t draw false conclusions. But should you ever need me, I will be nearby."
No sooner had she said this than she turned away. I was speechless and stood there, as if ordered but not picked up. I watched her leather cloak, which I had fallen in love with due to its 'perfect cut', drift away in a slightly spicy-balsamic cloud. I don't necessarily have it easier now. Quite a few 'women's fragrances' have made it to my shortlist. But now I know: many women feel the same way about 'men's fragrances'. I AM NOT ALONE. I always gather new courage when I think back to that windy day.
Years later, this "Lady in Black" gifted me the perfume that fulfilled my longings. The black leather cloak was very authentically incorporated in it (with all the trimmings). Like the cloak with the perfect cut, the perfume emphasizes both masculine and feminine traits, depending on the wearer. Sometimes bandits leave something valuable behind. And when this lady visits you one day, make use of her wisdom to gather courage, as you wish (no matter the matter :-).
A certain Ken had a similar experience with this lady in black. He spoke of his encounter with her in 1970 and encouraged many people towards pacifism. Therefore, I would like to direct the following words to him:
"Dear Ken, although you were just the keyboardist of the band, you had to sing the song of the lady in black yourself. Your lead singer (D.B.) refused because he found this story too banal. But not me. And this woman has also encountered me. She has given me courage too. And you said in the end, 'Say hello for me.' Well Ken, whenever I want to use the perfume she gifted me, I say, 'Best regards from Ken' :-)."
Some may find this story about that mysterious woman familiar. Please recall the music of the 70s.
But amidst all this: Who was actually this Ken?
Thus began the nice, casual conversation that would once influence my "olfactory" worldview. I told her about my vision of fighting against those who divide scents and perfumes into genders. These people had a compulsion to ban great perfumes for the 'other' gender. Without any thoughts of love or God, who created all scents for 'all' people. And I asked her to stand by me as a fighter (including herself) to destroy these enemies. I was that bitter.
She smiled gently. In that moment, I realized that beneath her black leather cloak, there was much more slumbering. Flowers upon flowers, both erotically sexy and maternally tender. Maternally wise was her reaction:
"Fight? Ban? That sounds like war. War reduces humanity to an animal. Although something animalistic resides in all of us, we shouldn’t overdo it. Such a war is easy to start, but hardly winnable."
A hint of the 'animalistic' peeked out from under her cloak, reinforced by cumin-like spices.
With these wise words, she reminded me that a woman is the mother of 'all' people. Conflicts should always be eased, not escalated. I became fearful. I would be alone with my personal conflict. And I pleaded with her:
"Please, extend your hand to me or allow me to stay with you."
"Have faith and be confident. What troubles you are just numbers. An old story of minority and majority. Numbers have no power. Don’t draw false conclusions. But should you ever need me, I will be nearby."
No sooner had she said this than she turned away. I was speechless and stood there, as if ordered but not picked up. I watched her leather cloak, which I had fallen in love with due to its 'perfect cut', drift away in a slightly spicy-balsamic cloud. I don't necessarily have it easier now. Quite a few 'women's fragrances' have made it to my shortlist. But now I know: many women feel the same way about 'men's fragrances'. I AM NOT ALONE. I always gather new courage when I think back to that windy day.
Years later, this "Lady in Black" gifted me the perfume that fulfilled my longings. The black leather cloak was very authentically incorporated in it (with all the trimmings). Like the cloak with the perfect cut, the perfume emphasizes both masculine and feminine traits, depending on the wearer. Sometimes bandits leave something valuable behind. And when this lady visits you one day, make use of her wisdom to gather courage, as you wish (no matter the matter :-).
A certain Ken had a similar experience with this lady in black. He spoke of his encounter with her in 1970 and encouraged many people towards pacifism. Therefore, I would like to direct the following words to him:
"Dear Ken, although you were just the keyboardist of the band, you had to sing the song of the lady in black yourself. Your lead singer (D.B.) refused because he found this story too banal. But not me. And this woman has also encountered me. She has given me courage too. And you said in the end, 'Say hello for me.' Well Ken, whenever I want to use the perfume she gifted me, I say, 'Best regards from Ken' :-)."
Some may find this story about that mysterious woman familiar. Please recall the music of the 70s.
But amidst all this: Who was actually this Ken?
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