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The lying eight or ..
... are there speed limits also for the flow of life?
End of the 80s, the birth year of Samsara: I had just turned 18, shortly before moving out of the parental home - have tried my best to bring the outer suddenly "adult woman's world" with the inner still-child girl in harmony. What inner strength wasn't there yet, I tried all the harder to demonstrate on the outside. For even more drama "Rouge noir" on the suitably deep dark red framed lips, and without coal black eyeliner I would hardly have gone out to the garbage can. Back then, punk girls wore holey fishnet stockings with a plaid skirt and black boots. The sultry "Loulou" was the olfactory ultimate for me at the time.
Until one day I - meanwhile arrived in the so-called business world - stumbled into a well-stocked perfumery in Hanover. Directly in front of the shelf with the Guerlain fragrances. "Shalimar" was allowed to move in with me first, for many years I was faithful to it. "Samsara"... i don't know. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but... but it's too much, too full, too... everything. Tested, on and off. In different versions. Never bought, because neither the "but" nor the "actually" wanted to give way. Mitsouko, L'heure bleue, Angelique Noire, Aqua Allegorias... moved in with me over the years. Samsara? Still no.
Until ... Time travel to the year 2021. The flow of life sometimes wild and rough, sometimes gentle and quiet, rarely boring. A gift especially of the last three years has been that it has become clearer and clearer what is real and belongs to me and what (or who) does not.
Walked into a perfumery again the other day, another new, again rather half-hearted attempt. Hmmm. Hmmm...?!!! First jasmine announces itself, still a bit prickly in the nose. Not for long though, ylang ylang and sandalwood and tonka bean play their very own harmonies to it. All of a sudden, a beautiful, heavenly overall tone rings out that keeps me warm and mellow throughout the rest of the day. And it went "zoom."
No more question... it's mine now. Whether I'm wearing jeans or a cashmere dress, I'm with me when I wear it. It's not the outside that matters.
Samsara ... a formidable name for a fragrance. At the same time one that is obviously up to him. Eternal wheel of life, becoming and being. Perhaps a certain maturity belongs to wear this fragrance
End of the 80s, the birth year of Samsara: I had just turned 18, shortly before moving out of the parental home - have tried my best to bring the outer suddenly "adult woman's world" with the inner still-child girl in harmony. What inner strength wasn't there yet, I tried all the harder to demonstrate on the outside. For even more drama "Rouge noir" on the suitably deep dark red framed lips, and without coal black eyeliner I would hardly have gone out to the garbage can. Back then, punk girls wore holey fishnet stockings with a plaid skirt and black boots. The sultry "Loulou" was the olfactory ultimate for me at the time.
Until one day I - meanwhile arrived in the so-called business world - stumbled into a well-stocked perfumery in Hanover. Directly in front of the shelf with the Guerlain fragrances. "Shalimar" was allowed to move in with me first, for many years I was faithful to it. "Samsara"... i don't know. I don't know. It's kind of nice, but... but it's too much, too full, too... everything. Tested, on and off. In different versions. Never bought, because neither the "but" nor the "actually" wanted to give way. Mitsouko, L'heure bleue, Angelique Noire, Aqua Allegorias... moved in with me over the years. Samsara? Still no.
Until ... Time travel to the year 2021. The flow of life sometimes wild and rough, sometimes gentle and quiet, rarely boring. A gift especially of the last three years has been that it has become clearer and clearer what is real and belongs to me and what (or who) does not.
Walked into a perfumery again the other day, another new, again rather half-hearted attempt. Hmmm. Hmmm...?!!! First jasmine announces itself, still a bit prickly in the nose. Not for long though, ylang ylang and sandalwood and tonka bean play their very own harmonies to it. All of a sudden, a beautiful, heavenly overall tone rings out that keeps me warm and mellow throughout the rest of the day. And it went "zoom."
No more question... it's mine now. Whether I'm wearing jeans or a cashmere dress, I'm with me when I wear it. It's not the outside that matters.
Samsara ... a formidable name for a fragrance. At the same time one that is obviously up to him. Eternal wheel of life, becoming and being. Perhaps a certain maturity belongs to wear this fragrance
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Stronger than time..
... or: what is real?
Yes, there are, these days when the outer world is in discordant disharmony with the inner world. ...where every sensory stimulus needs to be carefully calibrated. Days when dark clouds hang in the sky and your heart is heavy and it is difficult to be grateful. Because sometimes things happen that are completely unexpected, and because sometimes you can only understand life backwards.
The moment this scent found its way to me was one such day. I was on the road in Munich, in the pedestrian zone I stumbled rather aimlessly into a very cute little perfumery, perhaps just wanted to buy a hair band spontaneously. I found that too - together with this simply magical scent it soon found its way into my shopping bag.
And that to me, which I can usually feel up to sneak around a fragrance forever until I buy it or not? When asked if she might show me another nice perfume, I answer the very friendly lady (rather unmotivated on my part), hm yes, why not. She showed me three fragrances, and with this one not only my nose but also my heart was jumping. Suddenly a rose-golden-warm ray of light in the grey cloud sky. Oh??!!
"Suave Petals" is at first very tender and full of lightness, like a touch of peach grove, fruity, and somehow also delicious. After this has settled down, very harmonious, white-flowery-decent chords join in quietly ... and what remains is a soft, gentle and yet amazingly long-lasting scent that really accompanies me all day long. It is a little bit pleasantly woody, but never loud, and I can hardly perceive patchouli in my room. In no time he has become like a kind of good friend for me (although never a replacement for the living one I recently tragically lost), but one who also takes me in his arms wordlessly when I need it, and thinks of a blanket in which I can snuggle up. Since he moved in with me a few weeks ago, the choice is easy every morning. He has become a loyal companion for me, and when I wear him, I actually have a smile in my heart - and in my ears the song by the always cool Udo Lindenberg "Stronger than time", which has a special meaning for me in many ways. A consolation? No. It should not and cannot. But like a tenderly coloured rainbow in the storm-front dark summer sky, with a shimmer of golden hope in it
Yes, there are, these days when the outer world is in discordant disharmony with the inner world. ...where every sensory stimulus needs to be carefully calibrated. Days when dark clouds hang in the sky and your heart is heavy and it is difficult to be grateful. Because sometimes things happen that are completely unexpected, and because sometimes you can only understand life backwards.
The moment this scent found its way to me was one such day. I was on the road in Munich, in the pedestrian zone I stumbled rather aimlessly into a very cute little perfumery, perhaps just wanted to buy a hair band spontaneously. I found that too - together with this simply magical scent it soon found its way into my shopping bag.
And that to me, which I can usually feel up to sneak around a fragrance forever until I buy it or not? When asked if she might show me another nice perfume, I answer the very friendly lady (rather unmotivated on my part), hm yes, why not. She showed me three fragrances, and with this one not only my nose but also my heart was jumping. Suddenly a rose-golden-warm ray of light in the grey cloud sky. Oh??!!
"Suave Petals" is at first very tender and full of lightness, like a touch of peach grove, fruity, and somehow also delicious. After this has settled down, very harmonious, white-flowery-decent chords join in quietly ... and what remains is a soft, gentle and yet amazingly long-lasting scent that really accompanies me all day long. It is a little bit pleasantly woody, but never loud, and I can hardly perceive patchouli in my room. In no time he has become like a kind of good friend for me (although never a replacement for the living one I recently tragically lost), but one who also takes me in his arms wordlessly when I need it, and thinks of a blanket in which I can snuggle up. Since he moved in with me a few weeks ago, the choice is easy every morning. He has become a loyal companion for me, and when I wear him, I actually have a smile in my heart - and in my ears the song by the always cool Udo Lindenberg "Stronger than time", which has a special meaning for me in many ways. A consolation? No. It should not and cannot. But like a tenderly coloured rainbow in the storm-front dark summer sky, with a shimmer of golden hope in it
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Like God (or goddess?) in France..
The uniquely beautiful colours of Provence: the radiant yellow of the sunflowers, the bright lilac of flowering lavender fields, the velvety green of summer plane leaves, the warm golden brown of deliciously ripe chestnuts. AND: from Amber.
... in the nose a fine scent of thyme, rosemary, cistus roses and many other wild herbs, which defy even the most barren soil, very much sun and then again the cold mistral wind ... with the taste of small tempting sweets like Nougat de Montélimar or the equally almond spoiled Callisons d'Aix on the tongue, accompanied perhaps by a glass of perfectly tempered rosé or - depending on the mood - sometimes a deep dark red wine.
Exactly this (life) feeling is embodied by this incredibly beautiful fragrance from L'Occitane for me. Admittedly, I love France anyway, and especially this southern part of the country, which for me comes quite close to an idea of paradise. It was then that I first sniffed it at a friend's house, and it took very little effort to take my fragrance lover's heart by storm.
Surely there are more complex, exciting, eccentric fragrances than these of all things. But often beauty doesn't need big flourishes and speeches.
Even after years he still manages to make my soul vibrate, and on days that at first glance may seem more pale grey than sunny yellow, he sends bright rays of sunlight directly to me.
Sometimes, when I write lists in my mind for which I am so grateful in life, this fragrance is relatively high up. Not because of the material value; not only because it is warm, soft and completely harmonious; but above all because of what is behind the scenes
... in the nose a fine scent of thyme, rosemary, cistus roses and many other wild herbs, which defy even the most barren soil, very much sun and then again the cold mistral wind ... with the taste of small tempting sweets like Nougat de Montélimar or the equally almond spoiled Callisons d'Aix on the tongue, accompanied perhaps by a glass of perfectly tempered rosé or - depending on the mood - sometimes a deep dark red wine.
Exactly this (life) feeling is embodied by this incredibly beautiful fragrance from L'Occitane for me. Admittedly, I love France anyway, and especially this southern part of the country, which for me comes quite close to an idea of paradise. It was then that I first sniffed it at a friend's house, and it took very little effort to take my fragrance lover's heart by storm.
Surely there are more complex, exciting, eccentric fragrances than these of all things. But often beauty doesn't need big flourishes and speeches.
Even after years he still manages to make my soul vibrate, and on days that at first glance may seem more pale grey than sunny yellow, he sends bright rays of sunlight directly to me.
Sometimes, when I write lists in my mind for which I am so grateful in life, this fragrance is relatively high up. Not because of the material value; not only because it is warm, soft and completely harmonious; but above all because of what is behind the scenes
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Nostalgia in the here and now
The '90s... i was just in my early twenties, the first "wild" times were over, the failed perm had just grown out of it, shoulder pads only in a few selected jackets ... the longing for permanence and arrival in apparent contradiction to the still vivid call for adventure and freedom. And I met my first great love.
Beautiful years together followed, in which we practiced being and becoming adults, only to realize painfully in the end that the merging of two souls cannot necessarily be the goal of life.
"Safari" has accompanied me through the ups and downs of this time. It is incredibly multi-layered, comforting, warm, flattering, feminine and somehow familiar ... and also an expression of this inner voice, which always wakes up, inspires to discover new things, to set out, to get involved in life, not to hold on to anything.
With this fragrance, Dominique Ropion has created a masterpiece that takes up space and is always present.
The other day I came across an old picture of myself while cleaning up. From the nineties. I'm beaming into the camera The pain from back then has long been healed, happiness doesn't need a time frame.
Now, after more than 25 years, I have bought the fragrance again. When it fits, it fits. I'm the same, and yet, I'm very different from what I was. This kind of nostalgia is not burdensome, but makes you grateful, just like that and for the moment.
And there's a magic inside every beginning..
Beautiful years together followed, in which we practiced being and becoming adults, only to realize painfully in the end that the merging of two souls cannot necessarily be the goal of life.
"Safari" has accompanied me through the ups and downs of this time. It is incredibly multi-layered, comforting, warm, flattering, feminine and somehow familiar ... and also an expression of this inner voice, which always wakes up, inspires to discover new things, to set out, to get involved in life, not to hold on to anything.
With this fragrance, Dominique Ropion has created a masterpiece that takes up space and is always present.
The other day I came across an old picture of myself while cleaning up. From the nineties. I'm beaming into the camera The pain from back then has long been healed, happiness doesn't need a time frame.
Now, after more than 25 years, I have bought the fragrance again. When it fits, it fits. I'm the same, and yet, I'm very different from what I was. This kind of nostalgia is not burdensome, but makes you grateful, just like that and for the moment.
And there's a magic inside every beginning..
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Sea creature comforter...
... instead of sweet talkers :-).
If I could choose only one fragrance for (m)one lonely island - here it is. Soft and subtle, lovely, full of joie de vivre and lightness - my feel-good-good scent business card.
I, too, am one of those people for whom the scent of vanilla has always triggered a feeling of deep security, a kind of remembrance and recognition.
But often I find vanilla in a bottle too heavy, too sweet, too sticky ... a little bit too... Now and then tempting, but I am not one of those people who like to eat a bowl of semolina porridge with cinnamon sugar every day.
This vanilla is different. When I smell it, I have the sound of the sea in my ear, accompanied by exotic birds and chirping crickets. The air is pleasantly warm, a gentle breeze caresses the skin, the light summer dress caresses the body ... the scent of wood fire mixed with a pinch of neroli and hibiscus flowers is in the air.
"Vanilla West Indies" is for me the perfect rendition of exactly this mood. Even in everyday life, sending the soul on a journey to tropical climes, catching a glimpse of the attitude towards life there and coming back with good feelings and energy.
An ode to femininity that is sometimes self-sufficient.
PS: the other day I met with a friend I hadn't seen in 8 years. Shortly after the greeting a sniff: "... You're not wearing ..." She was. She was wearing it.
When people get along well, it takes few words.
If I could choose only one fragrance for (m)one lonely island - here it is. Soft and subtle, lovely, full of joie de vivre and lightness - my feel-good-good scent business card.
I, too, am one of those people for whom the scent of vanilla has always triggered a feeling of deep security, a kind of remembrance and recognition.
But often I find vanilla in a bottle too heavy, too sweet, too sticky ... a little bit too... Now and then tempting, but I am not one of those people who like to eat a bowl of semolina porridge with cinnamon sugar every day.
This vanilla is different. When I smell it, I have the sound of the sea in my ear, accompanied by exotic birds and chirping crickets. The air is pleasantly warm, a gentle breeze caresses the skin, the light summer dress caresses the body ... the scent of wood fire mixed with a pinch of neroli and hibiscus flowers is in the air.
"Vanilla West Indies" is for me the perfect rendition of exactly this mood. Even in everyday life, sending the soul on a journey to tropical climes, catching a glimpse of the attitude towards life there and coming back with good feelings and energy.
An ode to femininity that is sometimes self-sufficient.
PS: the other day I met with a friend I hadn't seen in 8 years. Shortly after the greeting a sniff: "... You're not wearing ..." She was. She was wearing it.
When people get along well, it takes few words.
