She is visiting her parents in the suburb of Dijon. It is still very early, but the first ray of sunshine, still carried by the cool morning breeze, tickles her nose and wakes her up. She had almost forgotten how beautiful the green meadow in front of the house is. Last night there had been a summer thunderstorm, and the short blades of grass sparkle with water droplets and exude a bitter and pure, green scent. This mingles with the aromas from the orchard. Her mother has been awake for a long time. She has already been in the garden and picked a bouquet for her daughter with jasmine, iris, and osmanthus, and she has not forgotten their beloved tuberose. On the kitchen table sits her favorite orange cake, soaked with Crême de Cassis. How often had she dreamed of these summer aromas! She studied medicine in Paris and earned the money for her studies herself. Of course, her mother wants to know how her life in the big city is going. Many colorful images crowd her mind. In May, the students occupied the Sorbonne. Their most important maxim was: "It is forbidden to forbid." The unions had sought contact with them, and that’s how she met a young man. He called himself Cerf, surely a pseudonym, but she wasn’t interested in his real name either. The police eventually cleared the Sorbonne, and she and the others who had been involved were expelled. The factory where Cerf had worked was closed, and she spent her days with him in his small attic, where he had also set up a restoration workshop for himself. The exotic aromas of the finest polishes and stains mingled with the intoxicating sweet scent of his love-warmed skin. Their whole life lay ahead of them, full of hope, adventure, and love. All of this she wanted and could not tell her mother. She only said that she had recently bought a sinfully expensive perfume for herself. Its price was far too high for her means, but the pleasure of wearing it was worth it. Her mother raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "Why?" - "Because!" she hesitated briefly, "I am a woman."
Situationally very well placed in the Paris of the 60s, the time when this fragrance was created, a time of revolts and dreams - aren't dreams the breeding ground for revolts...? I love to continue exploring my thoughts, thank you for this inspiration ❣️
I love to continue exploring my thoughts, thank you for this inspiration ❣️