Angel Mugler 1992 Eau de Parfum

I will always associate this scent with that day in the early 90s.
My boyfriend at the time and I decided to visit the Museum of Art and Cultural History due to the continuous rain on that Sunday.
A few days earlier I had received this new, exciting fragrance as a gift from him, but I still lacked the occasion to wear it.
An afternoon at the museum among all the old and venerable, seemed fitting for this, as yet indefinable to me, heavy perfume.

I can still see myself pacing through the various rooms, unusually silent and reverent, lost in thought about eras and individual destinies.
My friend and I lost sight of each other a little, but I was not alone, although the museum was only moderately visited.
My faithful companion was Angel.
Every second, since the morning's application, that sensual sweet scent, that confusing yet soothing blue wonder, enveloped me at every turn.
Like an aura of ripe fruit, wide-blossomed flowers, spices and comforting resin.

Last time I stood in front of a portrait by Max Liebermann, I had the impression that Angel would have easily fit into the time when it was painted.
In other eras as well, I'm sure.
A magical, star-shaped gem, whose contents triggered extensive journeys into my emotional and thought world, rather than superficial pleasure, in me.

Since then, I was fascinated for many years, until it was used up at some point and the bottle was disposed of a little lovelessly.
Other had moved in and taken its place.
Today, I occasionally sniff it in perfumeries, but it remains a memory , and a new acquisition could not reignite the same beguiling power of that time.
However, I'm sure that even today a faint whiff of Angel still wafts through said museum. Inextricably linked to it.
Always on rainy days, and most intensely in front of one particular portrait....