Alegra

only becomes something precious in retrospect. Je reviens has accompanied me all my life. In my childhood the scent of my grandmother, among others like Shalimar, Mitsouko, it was her everyday scent, belonging to her childhood like the scent of chicken soup. Chicken soup is good for the soul, whether a cold, bad grades at school, lovesickness, chicken soup gave comfort in the pubertal desolation. And its warm, flattering aroma, sandalwood, vanilla, violet. I still love violets. After her death, I found 3 unopened boxes of je reviens in her closet. Still in cellophane. She had bought them herself, the price tag was still on the boxes. What am I inferring from that? 60 marks. Exactly 60. Not 59.99 like today. A round figure and a lot of money then. I am sitting in her bedroom, the neighbours are gone, anyone who wanted to have some of her earthly treasures has taken it with them, I open an opened bottle, pat something on my wrist, sniff, I cannot find them in this fragrance. Aldehydes, lemon, some pungent note, tilted?
Disappointed, I continue to pack for Caritas, and for the garbage. And suddenly.... powdery, warm, sweet, it rises from my wrist, the purple violet pastilles that I liked so much, the iris that powders it all, something herbaceous, but only slightly and strangely the scent of her face cream. She is there again, in my heart, embracing me and finally, finally, finally I don't function anymore, but I can cry.
Leap in time: Decades later, the ship of life has carried me through calm waters and through storms. And after a big, wild storm, in which I sometimes thought I would sink, I had finally reached an island. Like Robinson, I set up my life anew.
In this phase I met a man, 35 years older than me, a widower, where I suspected a good fatherly friend, he was looking for a new partner.
Gentlemen of the old school, he invited me to the opera, wrote me old-fashioned letters, gave me some wisdom, tamed my exuberant temperament, and had subtle conversations with me. At Christmas he gave me a bottle of Je reviens, the perfume. I did not mention that I had the old version at home several times, thanked me
He told me that it was his late wife's favorite scent and I thought quite heretically: no, yes, it's clear, and the scent of my grandmother.
We never became a couple, but he always remained a fatherly friend to me. Meanwhile he is in another world, in the past, the deeply internalized basic values have remained with him, still, when I visit him in the Seniorenstift, he puts the chair in my place, gives me small charming compliments, and when he enters the local world from time to time, increasingly less often, he is also a pleasant conversation partner. Apart from that, all I can do is listen to him, let him address me with very different names and enter his world, which is so strange to me. But always, really always, when I visit him, he smiles and is happy, this is not the case with all visitors, he can become quite nasty
Is it je reviens, this warmth, this sandalwood violet-laden dry warmth? What world does this perfume take him to? Can olfactory memory influence the past more strongly than, say, narratives?
It will probably always be a mystery to us.
But je reviens remains our common secret

I love almond scents, I love gourmand scents and I love scents with neat wumms. So, my scents don't have to be shy. In my collection are the Vintage Hypnotic and the new and also Confetto. And every time I took one of these fragrances in my hand, I couldn't imagine wearing one of them. There was simply no reason, although the fragrances are beautiful in the right careful dosage after all? For dinner? No, I'm not dessert. At the meeting? Oh, please, don't. Something unagitated. A whole day with different people? These two fragrances have never suited any occasion. Menno, and they're so beautiful. But always kind of too much. And then, three years ago in Munich, I met him.... via della corso. A brand completely unknown to me. And it was love at first sight. A fragrance of which I already had some and yet quite different. He has echoes of Confetto or HP. But he's more distinguished, more reserved, the elegance of a distinguished Italian. The almond, beautifully interwoven with the organ gene blossom, is immediately there and remains also constantly over the entire smell process present and setting the tone, receives again and again with widely spread arms a sweet mandarin, jasmine or any other blooms I can not recognize, they are also not at all there, but musk makes this smell warm and cuddly. Vanilla comes late, this dry vanilla pulp, which you scratch out of the pod, which tastes almost a bit bitter when you lick something from fingers. This fragrance is by no means sweet. He accompanies me throughout the day, wraps me up, makes me self-confident, I never have to think about whether he fits. Unfortunately, today, when I wanted to reorder it, I noticed that it no longer exists :(
The last 10 ml of my beautiful and elegant Italian girl I will have to watch out for.

This is my first comment, and I would never have dared, but with this fragrance it's just worth it.
It was the year 1977, I was rebellious, I was wild, I was present, at every party, in the university just as loud was my scent, the opium just discovered by me replaced the patchouli from the India shop, which I preferred until then. I wore it with enthusiasm and probably always too much of it.
And then suddenly I was pregnant, not planned, but very wanted. Sure, we both studied, we had hardly any money, our little apartment, how much space does such a baby need? And hadn't our friends promised to help? Oh, we weren't careless. The pregnancy was great, parties continued to be celebrated, I no longer smoked, life was beautiful.
We built a nest for the baby, were happy and made plans.
On a hot August day she was born, our daughter, we marvelled at this little miracle, were thrilled by this perfection and made plans for our future. At that time we didn't know anything about the "mama scent" and our miracle always smelled slightly like opium.
And then I got a gift, a small bottle, a very unusual shape, at the first snuffling light green notes, an immediately present violet, and after a few minutes I had a lavishly tied bouquet of flowers in my arm, a bouquet that was not put together, that the flowers matched, but the flower scents. Only a little jasmine, but more lily of the valley, the carnation is there, but does not push itself into the foreground, iris root and ylang ylang frame the whole thing, hold it together, in this frame the flowers flash again and again, sometimes lily of the valley, sometimes carnation, then the jasmine pushes itself forward and when it leaves again, I look forward to the lily of the valley again. Gsnz very slowly glide this fragrance into a warm bed, the fragrance becomes cuddly, balsamic and soft, almost lulling through musk and amber, sandalwood makes it sweet but not sweet, ground it and I take oakmoss ? makes it mature, especially. Again and again the flowers flash through also in the base, sometimes in the foreground, but mostly they stay in the background on one suspects them, but they merge and form a unit, individual can no longer be smelled out. This balsamic enveloping comforting lasts for many many hours.
A few days ago I had the luck to get a 15 ml new bottle for very little money in a well-known auction house, nobody bid on it.
When he arrived, I showered him in the evening, freshly awesome azsgepackt and carefully dabbed him. And suddenly it made me scared, all of a sudden I sat again in this hospital bed, on the knees of our newborn daughter and for the first time after 48 hours I felt such a boundless overflowing feeling of love, such a great feeling of responsibility for this little being and the realization that I want to be forever for this little person. And the cuddly, warm, soft cloud envelops us both. That was the moment the party mouse grew up