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Today's the day - today I'm posting my first comment, and it's none other than my first big perfume love - DUNE. Scent of the summer. Still.

Memories - Let's turn back time . Summer 1983.

Heat , beach , sea , sand and a carelessness that I miss so much today. After school and work assignments once again break with a friend at the Baltic Sea. We didn't have to do anything, everything was easy, flowing and exciting at the same time. We walked to the beach, it was not far. To this day I can't forget the sight and smell of the sea - always overwhelming. What could happen to us, we owned the world at that moment. Clothes off and into the water... Wonderful and even better was coming out. You didn't need a towel, the sun licked up all the drops. Scent of the sea , sunscreen , sand and an unforgettable lightness that now became a bit of inertia. The sun burned, the air vibrated and we fell asleep... Dangerous in this heat. A noise woke us up. The clatter of a bicycle. A rusty bicycle. It was getting closer... I sat up and looked over the dunes - there was someone standing there. A strange person with a bicycle and big utensils on the carrier. I was a bit scared, what did this guy want...? He was waving his hands, all excited. I woke up my girlfriend and she was scared too.... ;-))) He came closer with his rattle bike and looked at us with interest, we on the other hand were scared.... It was an older man with a huge tattered sun-bas hat, small nickel glasses and small cunning fox eyes.... He laughed and got his big drawing pad down from the luggage rack , squatted down and asked us if he could draw us . It must have been a grotesque sight - us completely sleepy, sunburnt, confused and a bit scared.... One must say to it, we both were completely different types - my friend small and quite strong-womanly, I tall and thin and the head full of long wild hair...
The sight couldn't have been more opposite and comical, I guess you had to hold on to that.... We were so flabbergasted, he dismounted , squatted down with some distance and began his work. The situation was so funny that nobody said anything... Scribbles, glances, the sound of the sea... Dumbfounded silence on our part.
After a while I guess he was done, no one said a word. He packed up his things and walked ponderously away again through the sand, on his rickety bike, just as strangely as he had appeared. We looked until he had disappeared behind the dunes and then quickly packed up our things. Later, in the discotheque, we told everyone about it. It was just too grotesque and so funny at the same time..

TODAY

Whenever I smell DUNE, I remember back then - sun, sand, cream, fragrance and freedom. DUNE embodies everything in itself. I smell my youth, the carefree and the sea. And also a bit of melancholy. A beautiful, womanly yet strange scent - just like our situation back then. Tangerine, sea , sand, flowers, sandalwood and relaxed musk. DUNE embodies the sea , the sand and the light breeze. I still love this fragrance and it gives me so many summer memories to cherish especially in these dark winter hours.

What became of this painter ? We never saw his work, a shame really.
Too bad also, how our further life paths then ran and diverged.
I would like to know where this painting ended up and what became of my girlfriend at the time.