FioreMarina

I wonder what you'd say, Dad, if you knew you were in my review of Samsara? That you even play the main role in it, that is - next to me. And next to Samsara, of course. Yet it's only logical, because it all started with you. On a Wednesday afternoon...

There are perfumes that tell me stories and some of them I have already written down for you. This one, however, does not. In a way, it tells me the end of all stories. In this perfume there is no it-was-once and no the-day-will-come. This perfume...

*Preliminary note: This text could be perceived by sensitive readers as not politically correct in parts. This is a stylistic device of satire and not intended to hurt feelings. Who feels endangered: just click away!*...

Maybe you are like me and you actually had something else in mind. With this Pentecost. This summer. And in general. But as it looks, the weather takes care of what Jens Spahn succeeds only so poorly, namely to keep us at home. The temperature...

"I had my cards read: The One really exists and he's going to change my life. The only problem is that he probably lives in Barcelona." We sit on two patina folding chairs in front of the only dressing room in Quirin's store amid mountains of freshly unpacked...

I would like to say a few words on the subject of grandmother scent. Perhaps because I adore violets so much that it makes me quite fuchtig if one does them wrong. Maybe because I have a general suspicion of grandmothers,...

When did we actually bury rock 'n' roll? Did we bury it together with Kurt Cobain, its last, tragic hero? Did he go over the Rainbow Bridge with David Bowie, wrapped in stardust and weeping with shimmering tears? Did he perhaps simply take the fate of a Keith...

Yes yes, I have been warned about this fragrance. Multiple times. Poor Bastian has done his best to bring me to reason; his last attempt at damage control was the super security plastic box in which he sent me this mysterious elixir, neatly...

So - that I may still experience this, I would not have believed. I am actually overwhelmed. But I have to get out, so that you understand why. The thing is, I used to have a clear career goal - I mean, I used to have a clear career goal. I would...

He couldn't see the men, but he could feel them. Their presence filled the room with the crackle of anticipation. The warrior kept his eyes closed. They would have been of no use to him anyway, behind the bandage that didn't let a ray of light...

Maybe it would have made sense to wait until Halloween with this comment on Black Orchid instead of writing it in the middle of that bright, hot Saturday morning, and not only because I could go swimming at the same time. Or maybe that's...

Noon is playing on Quiet flutes Flowery scent blows to you Lay it on you Like a wreath On the head of the warrior The sun kisses Honey on the Lines of your lips Half open in sleep And your skin smells Warm After resin, spice And animal The...