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Two pictures..
... which accompany me in my memories of this fragrance.
Picture 1
We chatted almost all night, even though we don't see each other that often. When my eyes couldn't take it anymore, we realized that it would be better if I stayed at her place, my good friend, this time. She quickly organized everything a woman needs for an unplanned overnight stay - toothbrush, make-up remover, sleep shirt...
The June morning in 1986 came far too quickly, I moaned, what should I do without my make-up, fresh clothes and above all without my Chanel No 19, without it I feel naked and abandoned... There are several fragrances in different colors lined up on her dresser. Without giving it much thought, I reach for a greenish one in a very classy bottle, hoping it's not sweet and won't choke me.
It didn't.
I was able to follow the development of the fragrance until late afternoon and I liked it. I only stopped thinking about the fragrance when I was immersed in an exciting conversation with a charming man...This fragrance then accompanied me often this summer, because I bought it for myself.
Picture 2
It is Saturday morning at the beginning of June 1993.
In a completely different country, in a life after the first life.
In a completely different movie, in which I am walking down the high street in jeans dungarees over a silk blouse, wearing a jacket borrowed from my brother. I'm holding the hand of the daughter of the charming man in picture 1, who also happens to be my daughter. A street musician, probably my compatriot, also a refugee, plays the accordion and sings my mother's name: "O, Jelo, Jelo, Jeeeleeenaaaaa...". I try to swallow my tears and hurry away after my daughter has put 1DM in the bowl.
On the left, Douglas, the shop windows newly decorated for summer. And lots of boxes and bottles of the green fragrance from the picture 1- O de Lancome (I can't get those tick marks over the O, sorry). On offer for 29.90 DM. I take a look, there's still 30.00 DM in my wallet. And there are still 5 days until the end of the month... unpleasantly moved, I hurry on...But my thoughts don't want to go with me, remain in front of the stupid Douglas and drive me crazy...
Images of that June morning in 1986, my first encounter with the fragrance, flash through my mind.
The afternoon of that day and my first encounter with my daughter's father.
Images from a completely different life, which now seems like a beautiful dream to me...
I turn around, hurry to Douglas, a woman who was self-confident in her last life now strides into the fragrant store, uncertain and almost bashful, quietly addressing the heavily made-up saleswoman with the pink blouse. At the checkout, the last 30DM go to the cashier, the small bag with the fragrance and a small sample is finally in my hands!
I give the cashier the old confident smile, straighten my shoulders with my head held high and meet the street again, but now with sparkling eyes. As if I've done something completely forbidden but beautiful.
And think - we will survive after all, me and my two children, despite my irrationality.
And yes, here I am after 30 exciting, sad and wonderful years, in the country that has now become my real home, and I would like to write something else about this fragrance from 1986 and 1993.
A green, summery chypre that first rises to the nose with strong citrusy notes that are underlaid with a slight tart note. However, these notes have nothing, but nothing at all, of the toilet cleaner notes that you often get in similar fragrances. Very quickly, this tart note is joined by something soft and almost warm in the background, which I assume is due to the honeysuckle. Soon, the herbaceous, tart note that is only hinted at in the head becomes much more present, basil, rosemary and minimal coriander become more noticeable, playful and play around ever quieter, but still perceptible citrus fruits, which keep coming back in this subtle way like light green, glittering threads through the course of the fragrance. But there is also a matt green softness that unites all these notes in an extremely pleasant melange, giving the fragrance a depth that is conjured up by the oak moss. All of this is sprinkled with white jasmine, which is also not listed in the fragrance pyramid, as is honeysuckle in the top note. The base with the oakmoss, vetiver and sandalwood, skillfully interwoven and without a noticeable transition from the heart, make the fragrance almost balsamic.
I only tested today's version briefly once and was disappointed.
This has been happening to me again and again lately, unfortunately.
Picture 1
We chatted almost all night, even though we don't see each other that often. When my eyes couldn't take it anymore, we realized that it would be better if I stayed at her place, my good friend, this time. She quickly organized everything a woman needs for an unplanned overnight stay - toothbrush, make-up remover, sleep shirt...
The June morning in 1986 came far too quickly, I moaned, what should I do without my make-up, fresh clothes and above all without my Chanel No 19, without it I feel naked and abandoned... There are several fragrances in different colors lined up on her dresser. Without giving it much thought, I reach for a greenish one in a very classy bottle, hoping it's not sweet and won't choke me.
It didn't.
I was able to follow the development of the fragrance until late afternoon and I liked it. I only stopped thinking about the fragrance when I was immersed in an exciting conversation with a charming man...This fragrance then accompanied me often this summer, because I bought it for myself.
Picture 2
It is Saturday morning at the beginning of June 1993.
In a completely different country, in a life after the first life.
In a completely different movie, in which I am walking down the high street in jeans dungarees over a silk blouse, wearing a jacket borrowed from my brother. I'm holding the hand of the daughter of the charming man in picture 1, who also happens to be my daughter. A street musician, probably my compatriot, also a refugee, plays the accordion and sings my mother's name: "O, Jelo, Jelo, Jeeeleeenaaaaa...". I try to swallow my tears and hurry away after my daughter has put 1DM in the bowl.
On the left, Douglas, the shop windows newly decorated for summer. And lots of boxes and bottles of the green fragrance from the picture 1- O de Lancome (I can't get those tick marks over the O, sorry). On offer for 29.90 DM. I take a look, there's still 30.00 DM in my wallet. And there are still 5 days until the end of the month... unpleasantly moved, I hurry on...But my thoughts don't want to go with me, remain in front of the stupid Douglas and drive me crazy...
Images of that June morning in 1986, my first encounter with the fragrance, flash through my mind.
The afternoon of that day and my first encounter with my daughter's father.
Images from a completely different life, which now seems like a beautiful dream to me...
I turn around, hurry to Douglas, a woman who was self-confident in her last life now strides into the fragrant store, uncertain and almost bashful, quietly addressing the heavily made-up saleswoman with the pink blouse. At the checkout, the last 30DM go to the cashier, the small bag with the fragrance and a small sample is finally in my hands!
I give the cashier the old confident smile, straighten my shoulders with my head held high and meet the street again, but now with sparkling eyes. As if I've done something completely forbidden but beautiful.
And think - we will survive after all, me and my two children, despite my irrationality.
And yes, here I am after 30 exciting, sad and wonderful years, in the country that has now become my real home, and I would like to write something else about this fragrance from 1986 and 1993.
A green, summery chypre that first rises to the nose with strong citrusy notes that are underlaid with a slight tart note. However, these notes have nothing, but nothing at all, of the toilet cleaner notes that you often get in similar fragrances. Very quickly, this tart note is joined by something soft and almost warm in the background, which I assume is due to the honeysuckle. Soon, the herbaceous, tart note that is only hinted at in the head becomes much more present, basil, rosemary and minimal coriander become more noticeable, playful and play around ever quieter, but still perceptible citrus fruits, which keep coming back in this subtle way like light green, glittering threads through the course of the fragrance. But there is also a matt green softness that unites all these notes in an extremely pleasant melange, giving the fragrance a depth that is conjured up by the oak moss. All of this is sprinkled with white jasmine, which is also not listed in the fragrance pyramid, as is honeysuckle in the top note. The base with the oakmoss, vetiver and sandalwood, skillfully interwoven and without a noticeable transition from the heart, make the fragrance almost balsamic.
I only tested today's version briefly once and was disappointed.
This has been happening to me again and again lately, unfortunately.
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