Top Notes 
Orange blossom
Cypress
Cardamom
Myrrh
Heart Notes 
Jasmine
Lily of the valley
Smoky notes
Frankincense
Base Notes 
Cedarwood
Musk
Amber
Dry notes08/10/2025
Eriele
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Manni's gas station
At the end of the 60s, beginning of the 70s. A different world than today. Everything that was part of everyday life back then has long since been banned or gone out of fashion.
Neighbor Manfred, who everyone just called Manni, was a master mechanic and an all-round genius when it came to car technology. In addition to the garage, he also had the only petrol station in the area. But it was nothing like the filling stations of today. Two pumps and that was it. His wife Sigrid, or Siggi, served the petrol/diesel customers. Self-service at filling stations was still a long way off.
But now to the scent, or rather mixture of scents, which took me on this journey through time. It started immediately with gasoline and diesel. Then came a little tart cypress and cardamom. This note lasted quite a long time and then a mixture of jasmine, lily of the valley and smoky notes were added. Now the full load of tart scents and a peculiarly masculine/feminine mixture. Sometimes feminine, sometimes masculine. I kept sniffing the fragrance, which lasted a long time.
Before my eyes, I saw my neighbor's gas station again. Masculine and tart with gasoline when one of his customers, who was wearing an expensive men's fragrance, went into the garage with him to look after the Daimler. Feminine, when Siggi came out of the office fresh from the hairdresser and smelling of perm and hairspray. She would quickly stub out her cigarette, as smoking was strictly forbidden outside the office, because despite all the nonchalance, she knew the dangers. She then served the petrol customer and always spilled a few drops. Then there was her son Andreas, chewing gum.
Pink Blood is a fascinating fragrance for me that brings back memories. But I don't want to smell it or buy it for a trip back in time. If I feel like it, I go to the drugstore and test it.
I'm sure the fragrance will find its friends, but it's not for me. It just has to do with time travel.
Neighbor Manfred, who everyone just called Manni, was a master mechanic and an all-round genius when it came to car technology. In addition to the garage, he also had the only petrol station in the area. But it was nothing like the filling stations of today. Two pumps and that was it. His wife Sigrid, or Siggi, served the petrol/diesel customers. Self-service at filling stations was still a long way off.
But now to the scent, or rather mixture of scents, which took me on this journey through time. It started immediately with gasoline and diesel. Then came a little tart cypress and cardamom. This note lasted quite a long time and then a mixture of jasmine, lily of the valley and smoky notes were added. Now the full load of tart scents and a peculiarly masculine/feminine mixture. Sometimes feminine, sometimes masculine. I kept sniffing the fragrance, which lasted a long time.
Before my eyes, I saw my neighbor's gas station again. Masculine and tart with gasoline when one of his customers, who was wearing an expensive men's fragrance, went into the garage with him to look after the Daimler. Feminine, when Siggi came out of the office fresh from the hairdresser and smelling of perm and hairspray. She would quickly stub out her cigarette, as smoking was strictly forbidden outside the office, because despite all the nonchalance, she knew the dangers. She then served the petrol customer and always spilled a few drops. Then there was her son Andreas, chewing gum.
Pink Blood is a fascinating fragrance for me that brings back memories. But I don't want to smell it or buy it for a trip back in time. If I feel like it, I go to the drugstore and test it.
I'm sure the fragrance will find its friends, but it's not for me. It just has to do with time travel.
