Ponticus

Prolog:
After critical voices have emerged in the environment of the last convivial evening and thereby also the term of the "girl" was negatively goutiert (Heidi Klum's girls, Nazi time), there is from today now a women's evening in which our dear friend Jacques, alias Jackie, may participate, although he is not a woman. Apart from that there are no flat and hollow stereotypes as lesbians, gays or straights, respectively women, appearing here! All are quite lovable and respected characters, people just like you and me with many different and personally applied facets, maybe a bit over the top, but it is a satire after all.

No feedback was received from Miss Elizabeth, our primary school teacher to the wartsab group women's evening regarding the planned next meeting. Jackie was the first to have reasonable concern and indeed, after two days it was certain, Miss Elisabeth had succumbed to a stroke shortly before her retirement. There was great consternation and general sadness.

Since Elisabeth, apart from her brother, who also took care of all the formalities, no longer had any relatives, the women's group decided to arrange the next evening as a kind of remembrance and appreciation for the departed. In order not to dissolve into melancholy, it was agreed that each of them would tell a nice, rather uplifting story or anecdote about Fräulein Elisabeth, if she knew one. It was also agreed to wear her favourite perfume, Kobako by Bourjois, to this meeting.

Kobako, a perfume often overlooked and underestimated, is a very inexpensive perfume in a simple bottle and fit perfectly to the person and lifestyle of our teacher. She was very modest, frugal, often took a back seat, but was inwardly full of energy, strength, thirst for action and equipped with an alert mind. This strength in this quiet, reserved person found an outlet via her perfume Kobako, shouting loud and far "here I am" and I like being here. This discrepancy between her frugal demeanor and her fragrant, oriental-spicy presence also affirmed her uniqueness. Her endearing nonchalance made thereby even after hours, the creamy-warm, but powerfully spicy-sweet-woody aura accompanying her with the light, enigmatic severity of the Chypres, neither intrusive nor unpleasant!

Jackie recalled their first encounters at rehab back gymnastics. The physiotherapist in charge was a very masculine person, constantly covered in a tart cloud of aftershave. Jackie found him very likeable at the time, but didn't dare and this didn't go unnoticed by Elisabeth. In conversation she encouraged him to make the first move and in doing so he smelled for the first time her, after gymnastics, freshly applied kobako, the creamy warm sweetness with the subtle soap, which then merged into the lush spicy notes. These oriental spices led by the aromatic, somewhat pungent clove and extracts of vanilla provide an intense feeling of well-being. With the gymnastics type, however, it has become then but nothing.

As a hairdresser still remembered that he tried to convince our Miss with little hairdresser tricks several times to try a slightly more peppy hairstyle, in vain. And she insisted on the Fräulein, was also never married, lived alone, but probably had some relationships. Melody Vögele-Schmitz, our old 68er, told of funny experiences on a school trip in which she had participated, supporting our teacher as a chaperone. Everyone described Elisabeth's sometimes annoying habit of always paying with cash at the pharmacy, kiosk, butcher and optician. Klara Sicht also reported on the new reading glasses made for her. They absolutely had to fit into the old cash register frame she was used to, just no visible changes.

In this context, Klara also recalled the lingering, spicy oriental scent when fitting Elisabeth's reading glasses in the optician's shop. The smell aroused slightly Christmas feelings, if, yes, if there was not the oak moss present from the outset enigmatically ground the perfume, in the warsten sense of the word, something. This is joined by restrained caramel and, in the long course, stronger, balsamic-sweet, leathery-vanilla notes. All ever mindful of the overbearing, deliciously stimulating and ever-present spice opulence. The fragrance is a real heavyweight!

Kobako came on the market in 1936, making it older than Fräulein Elisabeth ever became. She always used the 1982 variant, which is still available today for free. Such a bottle has butcher shop saleswoman Bärbel alone and quietly dropped into the small grave shortly before the urn burial and covered with some earth. As a loving gesture of all for eternity. When she told this to the round, still a few tears ran and as also the magnificent fruit punch, Elisabeth's favorite cocktail, was coming to an end, the group slowly and quite silently parted for today.

Miss Elisabeth will be missed here in the women's circle. Thank you for the respectful company!

Like a loving old married couple, the two of them sat contentedly and relaxedly on the bench after their great performance and watched the fading day. The first stars still twinkled faintly, many stories were told and both snuggled up close to each other to give the emerging, slight chill of the evening no point of attack to drive away the fine, sweet-tart aroma of the outgoing day.

As she often did, she liked to indulge her own memories. What had she not experienced in the past. Born in distant lands and as an Orchidée of noble blood, fate did not always mean well with her. She was highly traded, fell low, was often imitated and pressed into connections that did her little credit. But here in the perfume Pour Un Homme de Caron she, the vanilla, had finally arrived. This fragrance was now for a long time her home and here she could show again and again, what was in her.

This was not only due to the simple, distinguished elegance and harmony of all involved in the bottle, but first and foremost due to her so wonderful partner! The vanilla, itself a flowery, balsamic-dark beauty of tart-sweet elegance, which, lushly spreading its fragrance, likes to direct itself dominantly, was put with the lavender a masculine partner to the side. And this is no longer a youth but a seasoned personality of spicy, somewhat bulky opulence and yet unbridled, hot-tempered and loving the strong appearance. Both liked and complemented each other grandly from the beginning.

Their performances together always follow the same pattern. The lavender, impetuous and spacey gesticulating, draws all attention to itself and is the unrestricted center of attention. The herbaceous-floral freshness is very striking, intensely spicy and comes over us like a small hurricane. After about half an hour, this storm subsides and turns into tart-sweet, slightly floral, spicy winds. On top of that, the first warm, vanillic aromas can be heard, because the vanilla has firmly attached itself to its partner and has a moderating effect on lavender with soothing words. The lesser scents that roam around and are relatively unimpressed by the goings-on also act soothingly by their mere presence. As it progresses, musk and amber begin to helpfully support the, by now somewhat worn out and weakening, lavender.

Thus begins the high time of vanilla! Freed from the commandment to Lavender directly to the side, she begins to turn and her gliding, prancing steps around her masculine partner enchant everyone. The sensual atmosphere is filled with a dark, powerful aroma with little dry sweetness and spicy hints. In addition, our star swirls more and more vanilla powder with every pirouette, while at the same time lavender now and then, but especially musk and amber, take a turn together with her. A warm, harmonious feeling spreads, the dance of vanilla becomes calmer and turns into a gentle walk until it finally hooks up with lavender again, elated and cheerful with a satisfied smile. The air, scented with woodsy, spicy vanilla, spreads its fragrance in the most pleasant way. Together, dragging the fine sweet-tart aroma of their performance behind them, they both seek out their bench again after a good 6 hours to get in the mood for more of their timeless, great performances.

For almost 90 years, this unique, harmonious combination of fragrance notes in Pour Un Homme de Caron. This perfume, like Tabac Blond, is a true masterpiece by perfumer Ernest Daltroff, founder of Parfums Caron in 1904. Pour Un Homme de Caron was created in 1934 as one of the first men's fragrances and is well placed there. It is the fragrance for the exceptional, self-confident gentleman of any age in neat and well-groomed clothes for a variety of occasions in the evening, in the office and at leisure.

Many thanks for the kind attention to my appearance!

Au Cœur du Désert by Andy Tauer is the best rated unisex perfume on Parfumo. This fragrance I really wanted to get to know. After a first sample test, I now own a full bottle.

By reading various reviews and testing the sample I was in very positive expectations and mentally already quite the generally widespread desert impression with Au Cœur du Désert caught. This perception fits perfectly, because the moment I spray it on, I feel an explosion of dust-dry heat, the sun heats the skin and a drought spreads that lacks any moisture in the environment. A fire blazes without smoke, the wood is "bone dry", both the burning and the branches next to the fire parched by the sun and flames. With vehemence, the heat of the fire presses the last resinous drops from the crackling branches into the embers, and a distinctive, bitter-citrus odor imprints an enigmatic citrusy stamp on the glowing wood. The silvery wood, mirror-smooth from wind and sand, thereby slowly and intensely spicy coals in front of itself, while the shimmering heat above makes me believe mirages typical for the fragrance.

Hatt, hatt, hatt, forward, on and on he drives the little Bedouin group, hatt, hatt, forward, on and on towards Aqaba in the rear of the Ottoman enemy. The crossing of the Nefud desert demands everything from "Lawrence of Arabia" and his daring band, but he never loses sight of the conquest of Akabar, despite all the hardships.

On the other side of the shimmering air, the confident Raisuli, proud leader of a Berber tribe, rides through the Maghreb to the native Rif Mountains. In tow and as a hostage the kidnapped American Eden Perdicaris to defy the American President Theodore Roosevelt "Like the wind and the lion".

An onset of balmy wind, coming from infinite distance, dispels the fantasies and delusions. It lures the nose with warm woody-sweet spice and settles deep-dark, heavy and dust-dry like a solid, ancient patina on the skin. The air is still scorching, and now that I'm sitting, I can feel the blazing heat of the rocks, the sand, and the last remnants of earth rising up at me. The barren ground breathes absolutely dry and the brooding sun vigorously drives the last remnants of aromatic resinous, woody and earthy scents from the parched land. Like fragrant balm, these melt into my warm skin and make my soul glow. No sound reaches my ear, endless silence everywhere.

And now what of Hau ab and the peace I found?

In all this desertness, I almost missed the fact that I had already encountered this Andy Tauer perfume, or at least a very similar scent. On mild summer evenings on the terrace at cozy get-togethers, we like to burn incense for the purpose of banishing stinging insects. One of the most famous manufacturers produces many different scented incense candles under the label "original Crottendorfer". Among other things also an XL variant called "Hau ab"! The funny packaging of "Hau ab" already suggests, with this scent aroma it goes to the pieksenden pests to the collar.

Is this incense candle lit, it smells like lemony incense, very intense, dry and balsamic. Confusingly similar to the beginning of the fragrance of Au Cœur du Désert! The burn is a little more smoky, coarser, superficial and lacks spicy depth, yet unmistakably a smell like Au Cœur du Désert. Unfortunately, this exquisite insect repellent has recently been discontinued for marketing reasons. From time to time can be found still full Schächtelchen on online sales platforms.

In the course of my excited call in Crottendorf, I was assured that only the name had changed, the new incense "calm" would have the identical recipe, but there would be much more possibilities of marketing in the direction of meditation, yoga and relaxation. Now there are even incense sticks in addition to the classic candles. The aroma is characterized on the part of the manufacture as lemony-good aromatic incense candles, aromatic and balsamic, a spicy incense resin scent with a dominant incense note. After about 30 minutes burning time is over.

The striking, albeit superficial similarity of the scent of "Hau ab/Ruhe" and Au Cœur du Désert suggests that the perfume could also be a mosquito repellent. I'm already curious to see how the two complement each other. The summer will show it, when the "calm" glows on the table and I enjoy the sociable round with two / three splashes Au Cœur du Désert in the evening.

Au Cœur du Désert is a great perfume with enormous durability and good sillage, absolutely striking and well-dosed everyday wear well. And if you really burn times for something, then it may be also gladly a splash more!

Thank you very much for your interest in this impressive top fragrance!

Jackie, our all hairdresser, was once again the most attentive. One had forgotten the carnival! This message to the wartsab group of girls' evening he connected at the same time with the suggestion that it was not too late and that one should dare to dive into the milieu, the ambience of the courtesans and sutlers and to appreciate his favorite perfume, Tabu by Dana. Of course, he also thought, not entirely altruistically, of the fine possibilities of disguises and fashions for the evening. The proposal was unanimously accepted, also mindful of the fabulous memory of last year's spectacular Poseidon evening of aquatic scents, pirate disguises and Neptune's baptism of the equator. The accompanying prosecco cocktail with oil sardine was a real challenge for each of the baptized!

On said evening, each newly arriving "concubine" was personally greeted by Jackie. With a deft twirl or two, he modelled his scarlet chancel dress with attached bodice and wide bat sleeves each time. With each turn he spread a distinctive, oriental scent of the mystical Orient, of dreams from 1001 nights, very spicy, warm, flowery-sweet and exotic. This smell was meanwhile over the entire room, because all the girls had received in the meantime some splashes of Tabu from him.

Melody Vögele-Schmitz, our old 68er appeared in a used batik dress from her Sturm und Drang festival phase (and the dress still fit, how enviable). She already knew Tabu from that time. After spraying, her stuffy VW bus became an oriental gem, powerful, clove-spicy as if on fat earth, infused with fruity florals and sweet exoticism. One thought the rusty car would break apart at night because of the violent movements, the depth and heaviness of the eroticizing scent with the now fine resinous, warm-woody, still spicy and peppered with dark vanilla further development of the smell. In its course, the light animalism of Tabu and Melody's meowing hangover also found their place.

The pharmacist Mrs. Dr. Pille, so our Susi, came in wide harem or Pluderhosen and imagined after a few glasses of Prosecco directly in the harem of a seraglio, not so much because of the Sultan but because of the idea of her attracting, erotic ladies in it. Musty, fruity sweetness and a bit of herbaceous freshness immediately exploded in a spicy-floral eruption into an intense, oriental-spicy-earthy scent of beguiling radiance. Her wish the harem succumb to the following sensual-erotic, animalistic tentacles of the smell of taboo and in woody-warm, dark-spicy depth then dissolves any restraint of the ladies longed for by Susi.

Optician Klara Sicht, today with nickel glasses and dressed in latex and leather, gave the perfect dominatrix, in which she had slipped mentally already often times. And she knew about her attraction and that of Tabu. A splash for her, hostile, mysterious, not intrusive but already appealing. Two splashes intensely exotic, already exciting but still restrained. Four splashes well distributed and the evening can come, good 6-7 hours, spicy orientalism, seductive like the scent of an Arabian bazaar. Two / three spritzes in the right places relaid, beguiling deep eroticism until the warm spicy wake up and the certainty, the dream can begin again!

Ilse, the former boss of the kiosk with attached post office, sewing and ironing service and one of the elders, had "disguised" herself as a German Fräuleinwunder and stood for the young, attractive and desirable woman of the late post-war and economic miracle period, whom in particular the American G.I., far from home, was happy to meet.
She, child of a Silesian refugee family, had the first of these encounters very early on and the result, her son, is now her successor and manager of her kiosk. Times were hard then, Ilse alone with her son, life expensive and complicated. The kind soldiers brought over many good things, from coffee to medicine, things that ensured both of their survival.
At one point, a G.I. also left a bottle of perfume. It was taboo of Dana. She remembered exactly her first uses of that scent. With the strong earthy clove, heavy and warm at the same time, as well as the intense, sweet floral aura, Tabu, also with an animalistic frivolous note, covered many a bad smell of damp corners in dingy rooms. It also made Ilse feel nobler and more desirable than she often felt and supported the gentlemen's bounty. So when she woke up at sunrise in her little chamber in her somewhat clammy bed next to her little son, she still felt snuggled up in the slowly fading, now darkly vanilla and sultry warm smell that made her dream of better times.
After a good two years Ilse made the jump to a normal life, but even now she looks back on that time without shame, bitterness, resentment or regret. Tonight for girls' night out, she looked quite fantastic. A flower trimmed petticoat dress, balerinas, Betty Page hairdo and a pink bandana gave a glimpse of the beauty and strength that was possible and often necessary during those times.

After Ilse's tales, things quietened down a little, the air was sweetly spiced and vanilla sprinkles flashed from time to time in the dresses. The prosecco-supported dreams and longings gave way to the certainty of the real journey home and turned into newly refuelled courage for everyday life.

Where would we be without our wishes, desires, imaginations? Thank you for reading!

I like to dream, and often! In perhaps imagined support of this, I like to go to bed in the evening with a spray of perfume. Remembering the good blog "Are our noses raised gender-specific" by the nice lady behind LS5 on the topic "Heteronormativity in the perfume world", I decided to choose with Cašmir by Chopard once again a women's fragrance. Foolhardy I risked two strong spritzes and fell asleep briskly as usual.

Sometime during the night, it was still dark anyway, I heard a loud rumble and noticed a yellow, rather bright light on my nightstand. Dimly, I see a flashing gold something lightly tumbling, like a leaf in the wind, descending upon it. This, for me, flying saucer resembled the Cašmir bottle exactly. Suddenly I hear excited voices grumbling from a somewhat musty smelling fragrance cloud to my ear.

"What a bummer, what bad luck we've been having lately."
"That's what you say, but don't get excited."
"Like hell! We've got to make a good first impression here at the front, find the right target and head for it, while the base gives orders from behind and has a good time. Where did we even land?"
"Hello you little ghosts" I hear myself say! "What are you guys doing here and why does it smell so weird?"
"Same thing every time" it burbles back, "when I brake the load of coconuts always crash against each other, some burst and then steam out. I throw them out right away, the old ripe fruit too, and spray some fresh, then it smells a lot better and we can talk."

Indeed, it soon smells tart-fruity peach and also already intense, sweet-spicy vanilla. Together they push the slightly musty coconut macaroon note into the background. At the same time, a dark, earthy-floral warm feeling comes up.

"Well so better the Lord," it nags me.
"Of course" I reply, "but what are you doing here."
"We are looking for a new wearer, perhaps a fine lady or a confident gal of character who will value us and where we can develop to our full potential."
"I can't help with that. The only lady here is my wife and she doesn't like little green men or cute ones like you. How about a man, then?"
"Probably gone mad!" growls gruffly all round.
"We don't care for men at all, those hairy beasts. Either they pour some fresh, aquatic, green-herbaceous broth over us and we perish miserably. Or they fill us with oud-heavy, resinous smoke and we suffocate in the fumes. No, we want nothing to do with men."

Such was the raging excitement, especially at the base as well, that, even for a foodie like me, the onset of vanilla-amber sweetness turned out to be a bit threatening for a moment. The threat was unfounded, however, as the balsamic woods velvety-bind the strong vanilla, the patchouli adds texture, and the musk does its part to give the mystical vanilla an oriental-erotic flair.

"No women there Captain! Now how do we get out of this mess?"
"All cargo off the ship, lose weight, woods, vanilla and the other stuff gone!"

The fragrance thus gains in heaviness and depth. Quiet then prevails for quite a while, and I subconsciously enjoy the pleasant, straightforward austerity of this lush, sweet-woody vanilla before curmudgeonly sounds come to me again.

"Bottle finally clear" blurts out an excited voice, "we're smelling off!".
All my attempts to hold her, change her mind and try me came to naught.

I felt a comforting warmth when I opened my eyes after what felt like eight hours. The Cašmir bottle was on the bedside cabinet, the golden dome lay beside it, and the vanilla scent on me was still omnipresent. Unconsciously, I heard rapidly fading, still slightly grumbling voices. With the firm resolution to show it to these little rascals once, I started cheerfully and with a few splashes of Cašmir on my neck and the crook of my arm into a fragrant day!

Many thanks for the dreamy ride to unfamiliar shores!