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Summer at the Côte d'Azur
A warm summer day. We are located in the south of France. On the Côte d'Azur, to be exact.
The convertible with which we are on our way makes its way from Cannes to Saint-Tropez at moderate speed. Always along the coast. Past several large citrus plantations, on which beside lemons also bergamots are cultivated for some time. A fresh summer citrus scent lies in the air, which, in addition to the citrus plantation scent, also evokes slight associations of lemon grass.
Passing the small, picturesque villages with their cliffs, we reach Fréjus at some point, around which the lush green meadows are mowed. Pure summer feeling. The smell of freshly cut grass is a welcome change from the whole citrus fruit.
Only a few kilometres later we pass an old farm, which is situated north of our route on the mountainside. A fire set fire to a small field in front of the farmhouse. A thin cloud of smoke moves from there in our direction and causes a slight melancholy on this wonderful summer day.
After passing Fréjus, our cabriolet takes the last few metres along the winding road to Saint-Tropez. The smells of lemon, freshly cut grass and smoky balsam slowly fade on the way and make room for new experiences. A beautiful summer day is drawing to a close.
The convertible with which we are on our way makes its way from Cannes to Saint-Tropez at moderate speed. Always along the coast. Past several large citrus plantations, on which beside lemons also bergamots are cultivated for some time. A fresh summer citrus scent lies in the air, which, in addition to the citrus plantation scent, also evokes slight associations of lemon grass.
Passing the small, picturesque villages with their cliffs, we reach Fréjus at some point, around which the lush green meadows are mowed. Pure summer feeling. The smell of freshly cut grass is a welcome change from the whole citrus fruit.
Only a few kilometres later we pass an old farm, which is situated north of our route on the mountainside. A fire set fire to a small field in front of the farmhouse. A thin cloud of smoke moves from there in our direction and causes a slight melancholy on this wonderful summer day.
After passing Fréjus, our cabriolet takes the last few metres along the winding road to Saint-Tropez. The smells of lemon, freshly cut grass and smoky balsam slowly fade on the way and make room for new experiences. A beautiful summer day is drawing to a close.
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In the middle of the souks
It's warm. Very warm, in fact. Lunchtime at Dubai Creek.
After a short walk along the water - accompanied by screeching seagulls - we land at the Deira Old Souk Abra Station. From here the Abras - small wooden boats - go to the other side of the Creek.
Busily wandering people bring large parcels from the anchoring boats on old sack trucks to the souks: gold, spices, incense. After only a few steps we are in the middle of the Spice Souk. Already from a distance one could perceive all the smells, which are now very clearly recognizable: In the foreground incense. But not as stinging as you know it when you stand directly in front of a smoke lamp. Rather pleasant and round. From one of the innumerable corridors of the wood-clay construction a sweet smell emerges, telling the story of the traditional Arab pastry. In addition a colorful mix of the many spices offered on the souk. Not superficial and also not clearly differentiable, but nevertheless somehow present.
Lost in thought we stroll on, past the spice merchants, until we stand at the Dubai Creek again sometime and wait for our Abra, which brings us from the historic Dubai back into the modern world. The smell of the souk is still perceptible for a long time, until the Deira Abra Station disappears sometime on the horizon and the smell slowly fades away.
After a short walk along the water - accompanied by screeching seagulls - we land at the Deira Old Souk Abra Station. From here the Abras - small wooden boats - go to the other side of the Creek.
Busily wandering people bring large parcels from the anchoring boats on old sack trucks to the souks: gold, spices, incense. After only a few steps we are in the middle of the Spice Souk. Already from a distance one could perceive all the smells, which are now very clearly recognizable: In the foreground incense. But not as stinging as you know it when you stand directly in front of a smoke lamp. Rather pleasant and round. From one of the innumerable corridors of the wood-clay construction a sweet smell emerges, telling the story of the traditional Arab pastry. In addition a colorful mix of the many spices offered on the souk. Not superficial and also not clearly differentiable, but nevertheless somehow present.
Lost in thought we stroll on, past the spice merchants, until we stand at the Dubai Creek again sometime and wait for our Abra, which brings us from the historic Dubai back into the modern world. The smell of the souk is still perceptible for a long time, until the Deira Abra Station disappears sometime on the horizon and the smell slowly fades away.
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It all started with him...
It's been some time. I waited at Stockholm airport for my delayed flight and rummaged through the duty free area.
Until then, I only knew the standard range of the large perfumery chains. Everything smelled somehow similar, I haven't met any really exciting perfumes until then.
And then - after various failures - the friendly salesman presented a beautiful golden bottle. YSL Le Vestiaire - Magnificent Gold. Hmm, he didn't smell bad. And not as artificial as most of what I smelled before. The price? Almost 200€? Oha, this is complete insanity. I thought at least at that time and disappeared direction airplane.
Later in the plane a pleasant and discreet vanilla scent spread. Was that still my wrist? Yes, it is. And even in the evening it smelled like vanilla. But not pushy. It's cute, but not too cute. Embedded in light wood notes. A luminous cuddly smell. Pleasant feel-good atmosphere.
So a few days later, I started looking. At the perfume chain around the corner? Nothing to do. At the independent perfumery in the neighboring village? Nobody knows. All I wanted to do was sniff the tester again.
And then I found him. In Düsseldorf on the Kö. The same mad smell as a few days ago in Stockholm. I was blown away. The "just try it out" quickly turned into a purchase. And so this beautiful fragrance wandered into my little modest collection.
Until then, I only knew the standard range of the large perfumery chains. Everything smelled somehow similar, I haven't met any really exciting perfumes until then.
And then - after various failures - the friendly salesman presented a beautiful golden bottle. YSL Le Vestiaire - Magnificent Gold. Hmm, he didn't smell bad. And not as artificial as most of what I smelled before. The price? Almost 200€? Oha, this is complete insanity. I thought at least at that time and disappeared direction airplane.
Later in the plane a pleasant and discreet vanilla scent spread. Was that still my wrist? Yes, it is. And even in the evening it smelled like vanilla. But not pushy. It's cute, but not too cute. Embedded in light wood notes. A luminous cuddly smell. Pleasant feel-good atmosphere.
So a few days later, I started looking. At the perfume chain around the corner? Nothing to do. At the independent perfumery in the neighboring village? Nobody knows. All I wanted to do was sniff the tester again.
And then I found him. In Düsseldorf on the Kö. The same mad smell as a few days ago in Stockholm. I was blown away. The "just try it out" quickly turned into a purchase. And so this beautiful fragrance wandered into my little modest collection.
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