We are in the year 1778. A stagecoach is traveling on the Malpey road ("Miserable Area") through the Esterel mountains in southeastern France. The coach is running late. The travelers, a young couple with a chambermaid, a portly clergyman, and a merchant, hope to reach the inn soon. The coachman urges the horses to run faster. Suddenly, robbers jump out of the underbrush at the side of the road. The robbers immediately draw their weapons, flintlock pistols and long knives. It is Gaspard de Besse, the Robin Hood of Provence, with his men. The coachman comes to a halt. Gaspard de Besse is a picturesque figure, dressed like a nobleman. He has never killed or even injured anyone. His men approach the coach and open the door. The travelers have huddled trembling in a corner. The husband steps protectively in front of his two companions. Gaspard de Besse steps forward, inviting the travelers to dine with him at the inn. No one dares to disagree. The robbers jump on their horses and accompany the coach, where a heated discussion ensues about how to proceed. Whether to comply or if a sudden escape would be an option. In the end, however, no one dares to oppose Gaspard de Besse. Upon arriving at the inn, the travelers are led by the robbers into the guest room. Aside from the usual fare-bread, meat, and soup-there are citrus fruits from nearby Italy. After the meal, Gaspard de Besse takes a portion of the travelers' money and jewelry. While he relieves the young wife of her jewelry, he praises her beauty and grace, and as the woman blushes with shame and delight, the husband feels his honor wounded. He had to leave his weapons at the entrance, so he is left with no choice but to punch the cheeky bandit in the face. A small scuffle breaks out, during which only the husband's pride is hurt. He is sulkily pushed back onto the polished wooden bench. Then the robbers take their leave. Gaspard de Besse bows and waves his hat in the air. Shortly thereafter, he and his men disappear into the underbrush.
As for scent notes, I can definitely detect lemons. Perhaps there are other citrus fruits and a bit of orange blossom as well. It seems to me that something woody is involved later on, maybe sandalwood. I am reluctant to stick my neck out.
The lemon reminds me-like so often-of Ata cleaning powder-I have simply spent too long polishing castles with prehistoric means. Towards the base, the scent becomes creamier and more flattering. I don’t quite understand why Mr. Lehmann calls Esterel "green, herb." I had a brief impression of green, but that might also be because I was expecting something green. So far (for an hour), Esterel has been almost exclusively citrusy. The price-performance ratio is fantastic, as with all Lehmanns.
Family tester M announces, after I tell him what it smells like: "Sandalwood and cleaning powder."
Esterel can be worn well in summer, certainly also for sports (how terrifying), when robbing people and hosting banquets. Esterel keeps you fresh when you deliver long speeches and wear exotic clothes. Esterel is suitable for robbers and noblewomen alike.
Another wonderfully imaginative and humorous comment from you! I even like Ata lemon! In the area, there would be even more to take for gentleman thieves, but I think the rich now have such aggressive 'security'...
Robber Hotzenplotz for adults! I enjoyed reading this! And the scent seems just as delightful, at least considering my fragrance preferences!
A trophy without any guns.
I do wear exotic clothes sometimes, but long speeches aren’t really my thing. The same goes for single-note citrus scents. This fragrance won’t be my catch! Bandit stories trophy!
Yes, AugustA couldn't get past Esterel, the lovely chambermaid... Did I mix something up there? In any case, definitely lemon. It really doesn't do much for the Ata... I found it quite green during testing, but now I agree with you, it's more citrusy. Overall, I still like it a lot. The price-performance ratio at HL left me speechless, and the bag was pretty heavy to carry home. Great!
I think I ordered a small bottle of that scent. Now I'm not so sure if it was necessary (Ata...). But since Mr. Lehmann hasn't responded to my email anyway, that consideration is moot.
The coachman sat at a small table with a few wandering craftsmen and felt like the fifth wheel. He slept in the same room as the craftsmen; they were all a bit scared and told each other ghost stories until dawn. The coachman wears Russian leather.
The fat abbot has moved into the Grotto of la Sainte Baume and made sure that the robbers distribute the alms for the poor fairly. The maid was very pretty and later married the (rich) merchant. The adventure in Esterel brought them closer together.
Since I can't really count myself among robbers or noble ladies, I don't have an appropriate occasion. Your fragrance description is delightful, amusing, and very relatable. So it definitely doesn't seem like a tall tale. Thanks to the credible tester M for that! :-)))
A mysterious scent. Lehmann finds it green, you think it's earthy, and I found it musty. Is Gaspard perhaps some kind of phantom of the Garrigue, his appearance constantly changing? And what happened to the chambermaid? Was she actually pretty? And what about the fat Abbé? Questions upon questions. Cloak-and-dagger trophy.
A very vivid description. I'm not sure if I could be happy with the scent. **Baby powder lemon** isn't really my thing. But I definitely enjoyed the comment more :-)
Orange blossom and then sandalwood too? I think I'm out, classy lady or not... ;) The unfiltered opinion of the family tester M. is delightful, just like your comment. And now I'm hungry! :)
A trophy without any guns.