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An obituary
Hello,
this is my first comment here and I hope you can laugh and cry with me.
It was the early 80's, me at the beginning of puberty and at a girls high school. My flirting attempts were limited at the time to spanking boys I thought were great. Otherwise I was a tomboy, (short hair, always pants), still barefoot after the brass band music = Bavarian term for late bloomer. But even then I stuck my nose into everything and could recognize my classmates by their smell. One day I come into the classroom and smell - THIS Smell! Woody, leathery, powerful, spacey, sensual and absolutely MALE. In other words, the way a pubescent imagines a "real" man. One who saves his beloved from the dragon for breakfast, builds a log cabin with his own hands at noon and jets off to Monte Carlo in the evening to break the casino bank. Naturally, I picked up the scent and found myself standing in front of Heike. In the 21st century she'd probably be an influencer, in ours just a trendsetter. Always wearing make-up, costume jewellery and up to date style-wise. The total opposite of me. I always thought she was shallow, but at that moment I would have wanted to lick her, she smelled so good. After I had coaxed the name Macassar out of her, this heavenly scent was a must. Mom gave it to me for Christmas. I was so happy. Without "real guys" in my life, I had to wear it myself, of course. That's what I did at first, but I quickly realized - this is really a man's scent and has no place on a girl who is neither fish nor flesh. Still, it felt good, in the absence of physical touch, at least to be safely enveloped by masculinity.
Well, you know what's coming... woman grows up, falls in love, and realizes that such infantile, romantic notions of men are absolute kids' stuff. I've been with my husband for 30 years now and married to him for over 20. He's an artist, more of a humanist, incredibly musical, and so not the hero in shimmering armor. Macassar doesn't suit him at all, but then I don't need to be protected from dragons anymore.
So, here's the really sad part. A few years ago I have, during a Ausmistaktion, the almost full Flacon, disposed of in the trash. This was so incredibly stupid, as I just threw away my youth, my (then) dreams and this incredible perfume with one prank. Not to mention the financial damage.
However, I never thought Rochas would ever discard this insane fragrance. These days fragrances are so fast paced, slick and geared to please the masses. Macassar was something very special and I mourn that one fragrance, my youth and my dreams.
this is my first comment here and I hope you can laugh and cry with me.
It was the early 80's, me at the beginning of puberty and at a girls high school. My flirting attempts were limited at the time to spanking boys I thought were great. Otherwise I was a tomboy, (short hair, always pants), still barefoot after the brass band music = Bavarian term for late bloomer. But even then I stuck my nose into everything and could recognize my classmates by their smell. One day I come into the classroom and smell - THIS Smell! Woody, leathery, powerful, spacey, sensual and absolutely MALE. In other words, the way a pubescent imagines a "real" man. One who saves his beloved from the dragon for breakfast, builds a log cabin with his own hands at noon and jets off to Monte Carlo in the evening to break the casino bank. Naturally, I picked up the scent and found myself standing in front of Heike. In the 21st century she'd probably be an influencer, in ours just a trendsetter. Always wearing make-up, costume jewellery and up to date style-wise. The total opposite of me. I always thought she was shallow, but at that moment I would have wanted to lick her, she smelled so good. After I had coaxed the name Macassar out of her, this heavenly scent was a must. Mom gave it to me for Christmas. I was so happy. Without "real guys" in my life, I had to wear it myself, of course. That's what I did at first, but I quickly realized - this is really a man's scent and has no place on a girl who is neither fish nor flesh. Still, it felt good, in the absence of physical touch, at least to be safely enveloped by masculinity.
Well, you know what's coming... woman grows up, falls in love, and realizes that such infantile, romantic notions of men are absolute kids' stuff. I've been with my husband for 30 years now and married to him for over 20. He's an artist, more of a humanist, incredibly musical, and so not the hero in shimmering armor. Macassar doesn't suit him at all, but then I don't need to be protected from dragons anymore.
So, here's the really sad part. A few years ago I have, during a Ausmistaktion, the almost full Flacon, disposed of in the trash. This was so incredibly stupid, as I just threw away my youth, my (then) dreams and this incredible perfume with one prank. Not to mention the financial damage.
However, I never thought Rochas would ever discard this insane fragrance. These days fragrances are so fast paced, slick and geared to please the masses. Macassar was something very special and I mourn that one fragrance, my youth and my dreams.
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