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this is my first comment here and I hope you can laugh and cry with me.
It was the beginning of the 80ger, I at the beginning of puberty and at a girls high school. My flirting attempts were limited at that time to spank boys who I found great. Otherwise, I ran tomboyish, (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. So, as 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 blow up the casino bank. Of course, I picked up the scent and stood in front of Heike. In the 21st century she would probably be an influencer, in our country just a trendsetter. Always made up, adorned with costume jewelry and style-wise up to date. The total opposite of me. I always found her superficial, 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 fragrance had to come. Then Mama gave it to me for Christmas. What I was happy. Without "real guys" in my life, I had to wear it myself, of course. I did at first, but I quickly realized - this is really a man's scent and has nothing lost on a girl who is neither fish nor flesh. Nevertheless, 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 is an artist, more of a humanist, incredibly musical and so not at all 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, and now comes the really sad part. A few years ago I have, at a Ausmistaktion, the almost full Flacon, disposed of in the trash. That was so incredibly stupid, because I just threw away with a prank my youth, my (then) dreams and this incredible perfume. Not to mention the financial damage.
However, I never thought that Rochas would ever sort out this insane fragrance. Nowadays fragrances are so fast moving, slick and geared to please the masses. Macassar was something very special and I mourn this one fragrance, my youth and my dreams to this day.
this is my first comment here and I hope you can laugh and cry with me.
It was the beginning of the 80ger, I at the beginning of puberty and at a girls high school. My flirting attempts were limited at that time to spank boys who I found great. Otherwise, I ran tomboyish, (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. So, as 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 blow up the casino bank. Of course, I picked up the scent and stood in front of Heike. In the 21st century she would probably be an influencer, in our country just a trendsetter. Always made up, adorned with costume jewelry and style-wise up to date. The total opposite of me. I always found her superficial, 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 fragrance had to come. Then Mama gave it to me for Christmas. What I was happy. Without "real guys" in my life, I had to wear it myself, of course. I did at first, but I quickly realized - this is really a man's scent and has nothing lost on a girl who is neither fish nor flesh. Nevertheless, 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 is an artist, more of a humanist, incredibly musical and so not at all 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, and now comes the really sad part. A few years ago I have, at a Ausmistaktion, the almost full Flacon, disposed of in the trash. That was so incredibly stupid, because I just threw away with a prank my youth, my (then) dreams and this incredible perfume. Not to mention the financial damage.
However, I never thought that Rochas would ever sort out this insane fragrance. Nowadays fragrances are so fast moving, slick and geared to please the masses. Macassar was something very special and I mourn this one fragrance, my youth and my dreams to this day.
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