Quarzgrau Grauton Parfums 2022

'So much joy with Quarzgrau. I hear for the first time that it is referred to as a "feel-good scent".'

This sentence, which I read in a forum, was my first encounter with Quarzgrau. I like gray, preferably dark gray. Machine gray. Just like before, when everything was green, Reseda green. But I digress.
My curiosity was piqued. The perfumer himself had written this sentence. I wrote to Martin and ordered a sample. Everything in gray. Opal gray, Ceylon gray, Malachite gray, Quarzgrau. Opal and Ceylon were not for me. Not that they are bad, no quite the opposite, just not for me.
I liked both Malachite and Quarz. The Malachite gray reminded me of something that I initially couldn't place. A familiar scent. But what? What was it? What did this fragrance remind me of? It was gear oil, good hypoidget gear oil. I love the smell of gear oil; others wrinkle their noses. Then there was Quarzgrau. That also reminded me of something. I couldn't figure it out for a long time. More on that in a moment. The samples were running low. I ordered a bottle. 100ml. Gray. Quarzgrau by Grauton. This scent had blown me away. It still does. And I am glad I ordered 100ml right away, a treasure.

We are in the year 1971. It is 6:00 AM. A fresh yet already warm morning in May. I am by the Elbe. On my bike. Through the city, through the dunes. Wooded dunes. Wooded with mighty pines. They no longer exist today. This is now an industrial area. They say everything was better back then. Here, that is true.
The water bubbles around my feet. It is not yet fully light. I am all alone, standing on a stack. Stack is what they call it here; elsewhere it is called a groin. Foam drifts on the water, scattered by the current. The current is strong here, very strong; the stack is the third one behind the weir. I cast my line. Spinning rod, at the end of the line a thick lead head spinner.
The smell of the Elbe rises to my nose. The Elbe has a very characteristic smell. You can't describe it; you have to have smelled it. A pike takes the bait. I reel it in to my feet. It is not a giant, but it is not small either; I don't have a landing net. I will have to grab it. With my bare hand. Behind the gills, the pike has sharp teeth; I have to be careful. The rod shoots up, the pike! Gone! The pike is gone. The black water gurgles; I feel like it is laughing at me. I am all alone, close to tears. But I won't cry; I am already grown up. The smell of the Elbe rises to me. I take a deep breath. Next time, I will catch you.
I stand in the bathroom. Freshly bathed. I spray. Spray Quarzgrau. Close my eyes, take a deep breath. The smell of the past. I am back at the Elbe, the black water washes over my feet; today I will catch him!

And now a box comes …. No, that was in the past. Quarzgrau too. Was also in the past, is no longer produced. What a shame. Still a blind buy recommendation. Sometimes it is still offered. If the price called for does not bother you, you should grab it. Absolutely!