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Adee, Schloßparfümerie!
December. Quite warm.
It’s raining. The umbrella is out.
Thank God.
King Street.
More chains than owner-operated shops.
Most of it is junk.
At least the Tritschler is still there.
And the Hat Hanne.
I’ve seen them too.
That Christmas is approaching is only noticeable by one thing:
It smells like fat from all the snacks.
Especially from the School Street.
And a heap of construction sites.
Everywhere.
But I see a light at the end of the tunnel. From a shop window.
Roja Dove, beautifully arranged.
Schloßparfümerie.
I’m a bit excited already.
It’s just a store.
But I still have respect every time.
Portal, gold.
I take a deep breath and go inside.
Chandeliers.
Noble sales counters made of shiny wood.
There, the precious one stood on the shelf.
"Hello!"
Difficult conditions at the cosmetics.
Next to the door a table: Reduced - Collection Heritage from Jean Patou.
I like that.
Saleswoman, about my age:
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I tried your honey scent last time. I’d like to take that with me."
"Then please come with me. May I spray it for you?"
"No, thank you, I know it already."
"Can I show you something else?"
Big mistake.
"I saw you also carry Caron. Do you have Tabac Blond from them?"
She can spray that for me. The French Cancan by the way too.
And Lady Knize. And Je Reviens. And Habanita.
The woman has the patience of an angel.
If I were my own customer, I would have already twisted her arm.
For Habanita there’s no spot left on my arm.
That’s why I get a fabric sample. With Schloßparfümerie logo.
No silly paper strip.
"What do you personally wear when you work in such a store?"
"I must admit that I actually don’t take any perfume from the store. But otherwise, I particularly like this one."
Quelques Fleurs L’Original Extrait from Houbigant.
It’s getting fuller.
"Ms. Wolff, I’ll help you right away."
Cash register.
"Would you like a little bag?"
"No, thank you, that’s fine."
I still get a sample of Tabac Blond.
Time to go.
Adee, Schloßparfümerie.
I still have my Habanita sample.
Scent:
It starts slightly smoky. Dark.
And sweet. But not too sweet. Just right.
Soon the honey comes through.
Forest honey, slightly bitter.
It stays like that. Almost a whole day.
Only vanilla comes in too.
Amber-vanilla.
Back to Black in a beautiful way.
Dreamy.
Vocabulary:
rägern = to rain
Hugadubel = umbrella
Gruascht = junk, clutter
Tritschler and Hut Hanne, traditional shops
Boustellana = construction sites
‘eme = "einemen", a
nah = "hinan", to
ganga = to go
standa = to stand
näber = next to
Verkaifere = saleswoman
oufsprieha = to spray
letscht = last time
no = still
ebbes = something
no = then
‘enn = then
Babierstroifa = paper strip
Gugg; diminutive: Giggele = bag
ällawejl = always
'ett = not
So it should sound:
https://youtu.be/5jyiFUuiPTs
If you don’t understand something, just ask! :-)
It’s raining. The umbrella is out.
Thank God.
King Street.
More chains than owner-operated shops.
Most of it is junk.
At least the Tritschler is still there.
And the Hat Hanne.
I’ve seen them too.
That Christmas is approaching is only noticeable by one thing:
It smells like fat from all the snacks.
Especially from the School Street.
And a heap of construction sites.
Everywhere.
But I see a light at the end of the tunnel. From a shop window.
Roja Dove, beautifully arranged.
Schloßparfümerie.
I’m a bit excited already.
It’s just a store.
But I still have respect every time.
Portal, gold.
I take a deep breath and go inside.
Chandeliers.
Noble sales counters made of shiny wood.
There, the precious one stood on the shelf.
"Hello!"
Difficult conditions at the cosmetics.
Next to the door a table: Reduced - Collection Heritage from Jean Patou.
I like that.
Saleswoman, about my age:
"Can I help you?"
"Yes, I tried your honey scent last time. I’d like to take that with me."
"Then please come with me. May I spray it for you?"
"No, thank you, I know it already."
"Can I show you something else?"
Big mistake.
"I saw you also carry Caron. Do you have Tabac Blond from them?"
She can spray that for me. The French Cancan by the way too.
And Lady Knize. And Je Reviens. And Habanita.
The woman has the patience of an angel.
If I were my own customer, I would have already twisted her arm.
For Habanita there’s no spot left on my arm.
That’s why I get a fabric sample. With Schloßparfümerie logo.
No silly paper strip.
"What do you personally wear when you work in such a store?"
"I must admit that I actually don’t take any perfume from the store. But otherwise, I particularly like this one."
Quelques Fleurs L’Original Extrait from Houbigant.
It’s getting fuller.
"Ms. Wolff, I’ll help you right away."
Cash register.
"Would you like a little bag?"
"No, thank you, that’s fine."
I still get a sample of Tabac Blond.
Time to go.
Adee, Schloßparfümerie.
I still have my Habanita sample.
Scent:
It starts slightly smoky. Dark.
And sweet. But not too sweet. Just right.
Soon the honey comes through.
Forest honey, slightly bitter.
It stays like that. Almost a whole day.
Only vanilla comes in too.
Amber-vanilla.
Back to Black in a beautiful way.
Dreamy.
Vocabulary:
rägern = to rain
Hugadubel = umbrella
Gruascht = junk, clutter
Tritschler and Hut Hanne, traditional shops
Boustellana = construction sites
‘eme = "einemen", a
nah = "hinan", to
ganga = to go
standa = to stand
näber = next to
Verkaifere = saleswoman
oufsprieha = to spray
letscht = last time
no = still
ebbes = something
no = then
‘enn = then
Babierstroifa = paper strip
Gugg; diminutive: Giggele = bag
ällawejl = always
'ett = not
So it should sound:
https://youtu.be/5jyiFUuiPTs
If you don’t understand something, just ask! :-)
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Top Notes
Clove
Saffron
Heart Notes
Honey
Caramel
Base Notes
Cedar
Tonka bean
Vanilla
Oud








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