Patchouli
Siam benzoin
Amber
Vanilla
Rose absolute
Knurled Envelope
Serenissima
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"Sultanine" or Suffragette?
She settled a bit more comfortably on the soft divan at the edge of the small bath.
The turquoise water lay so still that every little stone of the precious mosaic with which the basin was adorned sparkled.
Lost in thought, she gazed at the splendor surrounding her before turning her attention back to her sister's letter. The content brought forth the small lines above her nose again; she was at a loss.
Her sister wrote: "How long will you let yourself be held in this prison? Do you want to spend the rest of your life as a 'Sultanine'?
Suleika, sister! I beg you! Come to your senses at last.
You are living a life that is doomed to perish; whether you like it or not.
Why don’t you come to London? When you and the other women of the seraglio go shopping in Paris again, it would be easy for you to slip away.
Here in this city, life pulses; something is happening here!
Instead of continuing to be patronized, come to me and join our movement.
You are welcome anytime!"
She hadn’t seen her sister for years. After their parents' court was invaded by the "barbarians," as their father called them, both girls were abducted and sold.
She, the quiet and beautiful Suleika, ended up in the seraglio of the kindest ruler she knew.
Fatima, the already stubborn sister, was bought by a pale, thin merchant who took her to England. There, they called her Hannah.
The sister had kept that name after escaping one night from the large house in London. She was doing well there, but her adventurous spirit drove her into the arms of the women who called themselves "suffragettes."
By now, she was actively involved in the "movement," with the women around Emmeline Pankhurst!
In Hannah's opinion, her sister would also find her place there.
What needed to be done there, she kept to herself.
Her goal was to "free" Suleika from her familiar surroundings so that she could "emancipate" herself.
Why should she do that? Suleika looked around, and what she saw pleased her.
A luxurious room with a beautiful water basin, the large French doors open to let in the first coolness of the beginning evening. The song of the first nightingale made her smile.
Thoughtfully, she selected a piece from the freshly arrived assortment of chocolates from Paris.
She felt comfortable here.
Her sister didn’t even know that after the death of the old, so kind ruler, everything had changed.
The son, as his successor in office and dignity, kept the women only for prestige reasons.
Even they had heard that he preferred young boys.
But a harem had belonged to his position since ancient times; thus, everything remained as it was. Unusual for the women, but comfortable and still entertaining.
There was no lack of money; the regular trips to Paris, always with a large entourage, continued; everything was a bit more relaxed.
Suleika took a deep breath, inhaling the scents surrounding her: a heavy rose aroma floated in the room.
It mingled with amber and the patchouli oil she used for her skin care.
The spice of the benzoin smoke, with which the rooms were fragrant every day, hung like a veil in the air: a bit resinous-smoky; but very familiar and quite pleasant.
Recently, a messenger brought long brown pods from Madagascar: called vanilla.
These pods were scraped out, and the contents were processed into the finest dishes and sweets, as well as a kind of body butter. The warm, creamy scent appealed to all her senses.
She reached for the small jar to spread some of this aromatic mixture on her arms again.
Thus, she surrounded herself in her rooms with this enchantingly oriental fragrance blend that never quite faded. Even after hours, a hint of it still lingered in the air.
The currently blooming roses outside the French doors contributed their part: a seductive scent enveloped a charming young woman.
A woman who was a bit plump, a bit lazy, and very inclined towards her luxury and sweets.
And she was supposed to give that up?
Give it up for a path into an unknown world, with a sister who had become a stranger to her?
Why should she, who loved her comfort so much, take on a struggle whose goal was foreign to her?
"Oriental Pearl" is as exotic as its ingredients suggest and as luxurious as the bottle that surrounds it.
A few drops already transport you to another world: to the world of One Thousand and One Nights.
This world of opulently furnished rooms, precious mosaics, fine curtains beside the large French doors that dance in the gentle breeze.
And the world of beautiful, exotic women, whose slight fullness gives them a special grace.
More than just a few spritzes of "Oriental Pearl" could already be a burden for collegial or even friendly relationships. Not to mention fellow travelers in public transport.
As is well known, too much of anything is also unhealthy.
For me, "Oriental Pearl" is a fragrance for special, somewhat fairy-tale hours - hours between day and dream. Where a bit more dream is welcome.
I had the pleasure of getting to know a fragrance composition that is demanding yet generous in itself.
It is like a trip to another, somewhat unreal world: exotic, seductive, and extremely sensual.
The turquoise water lay so still that every little stone of the precious mosaic with which the basin was adorned sparkled.
Lost in thought, she gazed at the splendor surrounding her before turning her attention back to her sister's letter. The content brought forth the small lines above her nose again; she was at a loss.
Her sister wrote: "How long will you let yourself be held in this prison? Do you want to spend the rest of your life as a 'Sultanine'?
Suleika, sister! I beg you! Come to your senses at last.
You are living a life that is doomed to perish; whether you like it or not.
Why don’t you come to London? When you and the other women of the seraglio go shopping in Paris again, it would be easy for you to slip away.
Here in this city, life pulses; something is happening here!
Instead of continuing to be patronized, come to me and join our movement.
You are welcome anytime!"
She hadn’t seen her sister for years. After their parents' court was invaded by the "barbarians," as their father called them, both girls were abducted and sold.
She, the quiet and beautiful Suleika, ended up in the seraglio of the kindest ruler she knew.
Fatima, the already stubborn sister, was bought by a pale, thin merchant who took her to England. There, they called her Hannah.
The sister had kept that name after escaping one night from the large house in London. She was doing well there, but her adventurous spirit drove her into the arms of the women who called themselves "suffragettes."
By now, she was actively involved in the "movement," with the women around Emmeline Pankhurst!
In Hannah's opinion, her sister would also find her place there.
What needed to be done there, she kept to herself.
Her goal was to "free" Suleika from her familiar surroundings so that she could "emancipate" herself.
Why should she do that? Suleika looked around, and what she saw pleased her.
A luxurious room with a beautiful water basin, the large French doors open to let in the first coolness of the beginning evening. The song of the first nightingale made her smile.
Thoughtfully, she selected a piece from the freshly arrived assortment of chocolates from Paris.
She felt comfortable here.
Her sister didn’t even know that after the death of the old, so kind ruler, everything had changed.
The son, as his successor in office and dignity, kept the women only for prestige reasons.
Even they had heard that he preferred young boys.
But a harem had belonged to his position since ancient times; thus, everything remained as it was. Unusual for the women, but comfortable and still entertaining.
There was no lack of money; the regular trips to Paris, always with a large entourage, continued; everything was a bit more relaxed.
Suleika took a deep breath, inhaling the scents surrounding her: a heavy rose aroma floated in the room.
It mingled with amber and the patchouli oil she used for her skin care.
The spice of the benzoin smoke, with which the rooms were fragrant every day, hung like a veil in the air: a bit resinous-smoky; but very familiar and quite pleasant.
Recently, a messenger brought long brown pods from Madagascar: called vanilla.
These pods were scraped out, and the contents were processed into the finest dishes and sweets, as well as a kind of body butter. The warm, creamy scent appealed to all her senses.
She reached for the small jar to spread some of this aromatic mixture on her arms again.
Thus, she surrounded herself in her rooms with this enchantingly oriental fragrance blend that never quite faded. Even after hours, a hint of it still lingered in the air.
The currently blooming roses outside the French doors contributed their part: a seductive scent enveloped a charming young woman.
A woman who was a bit plump, a bit lazy, and very inclined towards her luxury and sweets.
And she was supposed to give that up?
Give it up for a path into an unknown world, with a sister who had become a stranger to her?
Why should she, who loved her comfort so much, take on a struggle whose goal was foreign to her?
"Oriental Pearl" is as exotic as its ingredients suggest and as luxurious as the bottle that surrounds it.
A few drops already transport you to another world: to the world of One Thousand and One Nights.
This world of opulently furnished rooms, precious mosaics, fine curtains beside the large French doors that dance in the gentle breeze.
And the world of beautiful, exotic women, whose slight fullness gives them a special grace.
More than just a few spritzes of "Oriental Pearl" could already be a burden for collegial or even friendly relationships. Not to mention fellow travelers in public transport.
As is well known, too much of anything is also unhealthy.
For me, "Oriental Pearl" is a fragrance for special, somewhat fairy-tale hours - hours between day and dream. Where a bit more dream is welcome.
I had the pleasure of getting to know a fragrance composition that is demanding yet generous in itself.
It is like a trip to another, somewhat unreal world: exotic, seductive, and extremely sensual.
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