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Endymion - A Greek tragedy in perfect beauty
*The curtain goes up*
They exist - these fragrances that suddenly and abruptly reach us and leave us speechless. Endymion is one of those scents for me.
For the first time in 2007 on a business trip to London he fascinated me. There I was, standing in an elevator together, driving to a meeting with several colleagues. The elevator door opened to drive another gush of people into the confinement of the cabin. "Well wonderful" I thought to myself "A real firework of scents is about to light here, with so many people eating and midsummer temperatures (yes, even in London these occur). But what then unfolded on my nose was a true revelation! No typical British water with citric notes or soapy smell - no! It smelled of the Orient, of divine paradise, of forbidden and so sweetly rejoicing that I did not know how it happened to me. This is how it must smell when the sun sets in southern climes after a long hot day and the mantle of the silent night spreads over the world. So silent and yet so loud - with this fragrance you roar out into the world the pure joy of life and sensual pleasure in all imaginable tones! I would have expected this fragrance in Arab countries, in the desert or in the Aegean, but not in a British elevator between tailor-made suits and welted shoes. Far too "loud" this fragrance for the rather quiet Brit, after all he has a reputation to lose.
But it had happened to me. I was quickly able to find out which of my colleagues here, like a God incarnate, was playing tricks on us humans and consciously overtaxed our senses. If I had been asked about its content and outcome after the meeting, I would have been embarrassed not to be able to formulate an answer other than Stammer. My thoughts were only about my olfactory perception - everything else was faded out. After the meeting, I literally rushed towards my colleague to find out what was clouding my senses and those of other people present. His brief answer "Endymion" from Penhaligon's one of the most traditional fragrance houses of the British capital. "Endymion" itself, the name enchanted me and, with the help of the name, I was able to appreciate the intention that was pursued here during the conception of the fragrance. Greek tragedies, worlds of the gods, Olympus and especially the "night" which I had inevitably believed to be immediately recognizable in the fragrance. Here the name simply fits like the proverbial fist on the eye.
With this information I went to the said perfumer on the same evening and held a bottle in my hands, which is typically simple (Penhaligon's) but still playful and sensual. The label as well as the name inevitably fits to the contained fragrance pleasure.
Now I stood there and smelled a breath of freshly atomized Greek mythology and a feeling came over me as if I had bitten into the forbidden apple. The top note, much sweeter (even somewhat "fresher") than the spicy-sweet base and heart note I had perceived on my colleague, robbed me of my last clear thoughts. I must have been dreaming for quite a while and standing there away from this reality, as the consultant spoke to me a little louder than usual - it was probably not his first attempt to get me out of my dream.
And this fascination, which I associate with the first encounter with one of my absolute favorite fragrances, still unfolds today every time I remove the lid of the bottle and a slight breeze buzzes around my nose and chases a pleasant shiver of anticipation over my neck.
The only hard thing I did was with the purchase. I had to convince myself that I not only "want" but also "can" wear this fragrance, because it is so completely different from me.
I, the typical German - boring, small-minded, bland and punctual. And then "Endymion" - loud, shrill, sensual, heavy and sweet and so not at all timeless! With this fragrance, time becomes an affliction in the nirvana of desires. And that's the scent I really wanted to wear? Yes! - "If an Englishman can do it, then I can do it even more!" I had to, couldn't get past it. Our first joint attempts were almost shy. But quickly the initial fear of me getting caught up with Endymion and being perceived as "not real" subsided. The first inquiries "Who smells so good forbidden here?" or "Oh, are you the one who smells so pleasant here? I wouldn't have expected anything from you, but it fits perfectly".
Amazingly, I rarely get comments (positive or negative) about my olfactory appearance. Anyway, this strengthened my opinion that my decision was the right one and my love for Endymion can be shared with others.
A love that came over me surprisingly fast, almost like a raid, but continues unbroken until today and with which I hope to experience many more years together and especially hot summer days, so that together we can lay the heavy coat of the night over the world.
*The curtain falls*
They exist - these fragrances that suddenly and abruptly reach us and leave us speechless. Endymion is one of those scents for me.
For the first time in 2007 on a business trip to London he fascinated me. There I was, standing in an elevator together, driving to a meeting with several colleagues. The elevator door opened to drive another gush of people into the confinement of the cabin. "Well wonderful" I thought to myself "A real firework of scents is about to light here, with so many people eating and midsummer temperatures (yes, even in London these occur). But what then unfolded on my nose was a true revelation! No typical British water with citric notes or soapy smell - no! It smelled of the Orient, of divine paradise, of forbidden and so sweetly rejoicing that I did not know how it happened to me. This is how it must smell when the sun sets in southern climes after a long hot day and the mantle of the silent night spreads over the world. So silent and yet so loud - with this fragrance you roar out into the world the pure joy of life and sensual pleasure in all imaginable tones! I would have expected this fragrance in Arab countries, in the desert or in the Aegean, but not in a British elevator between tailor-made suits and welted shoes. Far too "loud" this fragrance for the rather quiet Brit, after all he has a reputation to lose.
But it had happened to me. I was quickly able to find out which of my colleagues here, like a God incarnate, was playing tricks on us humans and consciously overtaxed our senses. If I had been asked about its content and outcome after the meeting, I would have been embarrassed not to be able to formulate an answer other than Stammer. My thoughts were only about my olfactory perception - everything else was faded out. After the meeting, I literally rushed towards my colleague to find out what was clouding my senses and those of other people present. His brief answer "Endymion" from Penhaligon's one of the most traditional fragrance houses of the British capital. "Endymion" itself, the name enchanted me and, with the help of the name, I was able to appreciate the intention that was pursued here during the conception of the fragrance. Greek tragedies, worlds of the gods, Olympus and especially the "night" which I had inevitably believed to be immediately recognizable in the fragrance. Here the name simply fits like the proverbial fist on the eye.
With this information I went to the said perfumer on the same evening and held a bottle in my hands, which is typically simple (Penhaligon's) but still playful and sensual. The label as well as the name inevitably fits to the contained fragrance pleasure.
Now I stood there and smelled a breath of freshly atomized Greek mythology and a feeling came over me as if I had bitten into the forbidden apple. The top note, much sweeter (even somewhat "fresher") than the spicy-sweet base and heart note I had perceived on my colleague, robbed me of my last clear thoughts. I must have been dreaming for quite a while and standing there away from this reality, as the consultant spoke to me a little louder than usual - it was probably not his first attempt to get me out of my dream.
And this fascination, which I associate with the first encounter with one of my absolute favorite fragrances, still unfolds today every time I remove the lid of the bottle and a slight breeze buzzes around my nose and chases a pleasant shiver of anticipation over my neck.
The only hard thing I did was with the purchase. I had to convince myself that I not only "want" but also "can" wear this fragrance, because it is so completely different from me.
I, the typical German - boring, small-minded, bland and punctual. And then "Endymion" - loud, shrill, sensual, heavy and sweet and so not at all timeless! With this fragrance, time becomes an affliction in the nirvana of desires. And that's the scent I really wanted to wear? Yes! - "If an Englishman can do it, then I can do it even more!" I had to, couldn't get past it. Our first joint attempts were almost shy. But quickly the initial fear of me getting caught up with Endymion and being perceived as "not real" subsided. The first inquiries "Who smells so good forbidden here?" or "Oh, are you the one who smells so pleasant here? I wouldn't have expected anything from you, but it fits perfectly".
Amazingly, I rarely get comments (positive or negative) about my olfactory appearance. Anyway, this strengthened my opinion that my decision was the right one and my love for Endymion can be shared with others.
A love that came over me surprisingly fast, almost like a raid, but continues unbroken until today and with which I hope to experience many more years together and especially hot summer days, so that together we can lay the heavy coat of the night over the world.
*The curtain falls*
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