Songes Goutal 2006 Eau de Toilette

I have had this fragrance for a long time and I don't even remember why I bought it. Maybe I just like the name Annick and what my imagination associates with it. Or it was my then-preference for loud, sometimes a bit shrill and opulent scents. Ultimately, I hardly used it. It is still almost as full as it was back then. One could believe I wanted it without really caring about it. By now, its strength overwhelms me and I have to be very careful with the dosage so that it doesn’t give me a headache. It takes a little while to understand a fragrance, and sometimes it takes even more to grasp why a scent touches us in a way that doesn’t really suit us. It is the hint of melancholy, the bittersweet pain that hides behind this oversized bouquet of flowers. I have to wait a long time before I can feel it. Crazy - why do I even want that? Can pain and melancholy also bring warmth and comfort, understanding and lightness? Can both really coexist? Can a fragrance be far too much and at the same time carry a delicateness that grants you little wings so you don’t drown in it? It is possible if you can allow it. If you can allow both and dare to step over the threshold.

Hardly any fragrance shows more clearly that the right measure is crucial. That something can be enchanting but also repulsive, too much yet delicate, painful yet cheerful and colorful.

Songes - a dream? Or "songer à qn" - I think of someone? Both - I also think of someone who was like this fragrance. Sweet, charming, sensitive and delicate, empathetic, full of finesse and knowing, but also too much of everything, lost and gone.

Dear Konstantin, wherever you are, you wonderful person - a late greeting from me.