In gloomy Germany, I sniffed heavily,
of sun, beach and sea.
I longed for sand and club,
for a fragrance that can, not must.
Then something flew into my nose,
a misty scent, but not an embarrassment.
Kai Porten stands on clear glass,
the connoisseurs quietly wrinkle their noses.
But still, my heart! I sprayed gently,
and lo and behold, it was summer night! A smile crossed my face,
because dazzlers don't usually smell like that.
Apple! Fresh! A smoky hint,
then birch tar, who needs it.
Vanilla warm, but never too heavy -
a hint of vacation, just not empty.
And suddenly. Almost not recognized,
a fruit blows from the tropics.
A tropical breeze, barely perceptible, but there,
whispers softly: The banana, oh yes!
The base nestles velvety and light,
with a musky greeting to the summer night.
A sandalwood, quite beautiful and fine,
carries us into the evening light.
A summer scent, so bold and warm,
as summer days used to be.
The quay, it doesn't make it high,
it smells of beach, fire and summer weeks.
(Freely adapted, inspired by Heine)
Introduced in a perfumery. A very experienced saleswoman works there who has always introduced me to exciting fragrances. This time she showed me her new favorite fragrance:
Beach Klub. I smiled. I tested it. I was thrilled! An unusual summer beach fragrance experience.
Only those who can change their mind have one.