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A little bit of magic
A few years ago, I was given box tickets for the winter show of a well-known circus in our area. I can still remember how absurd I thought it was at first, but I was young and adventurous and somehow I liked the idea of sitting in an illuminated tent at Christmas time and being taken in by the childlike joy and wonder that a circus performance can evoke in you.
I remember dashing home from my last lecture in the dark, getting changed and thinking: "This is my chance to wear Gaultier2! What could be too much at the circus?" and so I was accompanied by my best friend and the intensely sweet scent of vanilla and musk, which I usually didn't dare to wear. We met at the S-Bahn and were once again late. I think we arrived just minutes before the show was due to start and the moment we sat down in our seats, the presentation began. I said how wonderful I thought the presenter's voice was. I liked the clear enunciation and the dark rasp that resonated in it. When the spotlight fell on him, there was a young man in a glittering black jacket who immediately captivated me. The mixture of masculinity, feminine elegance, charm and self-confidence irritated me so much that I couldn't stop staring at him. And I was aware that I could do this shamelessly, after all, the light ensured that I was sitting in the dark. He was also a trapeze acrobat and was instrumental in holding and guiding his colleagues, which meant that despite his delicacy, he also had strength that wasn't obvious. Our eyes met at the end of the performance. I don't know if it was the personification of the scent surrounding me or the exuberance of the circus atmosphere or the Christmas season or all three, but I smiled. And sometimes, not often, you know immediately when the other person is feeling just as special. We met him after the show at the sales in our tracksuits and talked and laughed together for another two hours. Never before or since has a man impressed me with his feminine side, but this one did. And yet I deliberately went home alone that evening. I wanted to preserve this magic. I only wore the perfume very carefully afterwards, partly because of the heavy sweetness, but also because of the memories of those moments that go with it. It's loud, it's there, it's somehow engaging and it stings a bit.
My life is much quieter now than it was then and I'm also less extroverted. But sometimes, especially in winter, when the Christmas lights are shining, I quietly think of him again: Gaultier and the acrobat. Nevertheless, the original fragrance is now too much for me and who knows which man will suddenly be able to wrap me around his finger. I no longer have this willingness to take risks, but with the new edition and the yasmine and sandalwood that appear in it, the fragrance is softer and rounder. Despite its presence, it resonates and can sometimes make room, so I dare to use it again without fear of being completely bewitched :) Nevertheless, I can imagine that it will always be too much for very delicate noses.
Fun fact: My husband hates the scent.
I remember dashing home from my last lecture in the dark, getting changed and thinking: "This is my chance to wear Gaultier2! What could be too much at the circus?" and so I was accompanied by my best friend and the intensely sweet scent of vanilla and musk, which I usually didn't dare to wear. We met at the S-Bahn and were once again late. I think we arrived just minutes before the show was due to start and the moment we sat down in our seats, the presentation began. I said how wonderful I thought the presenter's voice was. I liked the clear enunciation and the dark rasp that resonated in it. When the spotlight fell on him, there was a young man in a glittering black jacket who immediately captivated me. The mixture of masculinity, feminine elegance, charm and self-confidence irritated me so much that I couldn't stop staring at him. And I was aware that I could do this shamelessly, after all, the light ensured that I was sitting in the dark. He was also a trapeze acrobat and was instrumental in holding and guiding his colleagues, which meant that despite his delicacy, he also had strength that wasn't obvious. Our eyes met at the end of the performance. I don't know if it was the personification of the scent surrounding me or the exuberance of the circus atmosphere or the Christmas season or all three, but I smiled. And sometimes, not often, you know immediately when the other person is feeling just as special. We met him after the show at the sales in our tracksuits and talked and laughed together for another two hours. Never before or since has a man impressed me with his feminine side, but this one did. And yet I deliberately went home alone that evening. I wanted to preserve this magic. I only wore the perfume very carefully afterwards, partly because of the heavy sweetness, but also because of the memories of those moments that go with it. It's loud, it's there, it's somehow engaging and it stings a bit.
My life is much quieter now than it was then and I'm also less extroverted. But sometimes, especially in winter, when the Christmas lights are shining, I quietly think of him again: Gaultier and the acrobat. Nevertheless, the original fragrance is now too much for me and who knows which man will suddenly be able to wrap me around his finger. I no longer have this willingness to take risks, but with the new edition and the yasmine and sandalwood that appear in it, the fragrance is softer and rounder. Despite its presence, it resonates and can sometimes make room, so I dare to use it again without fear of being completely bewitched :) Nevertheless, I can imagine that it will always be too much for very delicate noses.
Fun fact: My husband hates the scent.
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