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It's true. It's true: Michael Knight is alive!
I have a certain soft spot for the '80s - at least in fits and starts. Then one RetroWave playlist after the other is being pashed through and Adorno's thoughts on the culture industry and the problem of escapist nostalgia are pushed aside.
When I now read in a comment to "Santos" that a spontaneous association had been "Knight Rider", I simply had to start a test.
To make a long story short: it could never have been formulated more precisely. The warm spicy nutmeg (belongs on every 80s cauliflower dish), the spicy cinnamon lace (at that time there were petit bourgeois desserts without?), the woods polished with Pronto or its American counterpart in Devon's office (perhaps only veneer?), the somewhat cheap, but all the more stubborn leather-smelling leather in Michael's TransAm... Yeah, he must have smelled like that. With good durability and not too exaggerated Sillage.
No, wait, not an American counterpart. It must be pronto. As always, this projection is also tied to the own circumstances of the time to which one refers. I don't know if cauliflower is eaten with nutmeg in the USA. But I know that even in my childhood (born 1985) on the Lower Rhine this 80s bouquet has survived for a long time. Way into the '90s. And I have rarely experienced this time capsule effect so perfectly. At most Tabac Original (grandfather). Even the smell of juniper from the local Schützenfest can be found here...
In short: I will have to buy Santos - not least to be able to return effortlessly now and then to a time in which - and this is the bitter core of many nostalgic spleens - in which many dear people were still there who are no longer alive.
I don't care what Adorno thinks.
When I now read in a comment to "Santos" that a spontaneous association had been "Knight Rider", I simply had to start a test.
To make a long story short: it could never have been formulated more precisely. The warm spicy nutmeg (belongs on every 80s cauliflower dish), the spicy cinnamon lace (at that time there were petit bourgeois desserts without?), the woods polished with Pronto or its American counterpart in Devon's office (perhaps only veneer?), the somewhat cheap, but all the more stubborn leather-smelling leather in Michael's TransAm... Yeah, he must have smelled like that. With good durability and not too exaggerated Sillage.
No, wait, not an American counterpart. It must be pronto. As always, this projection is also tied to the own circumstances of the time to which one refers. I don't know if cauliflower is eaten with nutmeg in the USA. But I know that even in my childhood (born 1985) on the Lower Rhine this 80s bouquet has survived for a long time. Way into the '90s. And I have rarely experienced this time capsule effect so perfectly. At most Tabac Original (grandfather). Even the smell of juniper from the local Schützenfest can be found here...
In short: I will have to buy Santos - not least to be able to return effortlessly now and then to a time in which - and this is the bitter core of many nostalgic spleens - in which many dear people were still there who are no longer alive.
I don't care what Adorno thinks.
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