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The Playful Spirit (Part II)
This is the continuation (Part II) of the review by colleague and comrade Midnights.
The attentive reader is advised to follow the correct order when reading!!
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Three breakfast settings. She knows it! She has taken screenshots of the chat history. Using her birth date as a PIN was not a very good idea. The online account was also hacked. Good thing the hotel bills were always paid in cash. It wouldn’t help anyway; everything always comes out in the end. She asked questions. More questions. An interrogation! This has been going on for two years. He can’t take it anymore at some point. The inevitable follows. Redemption and sorrow. At the same time. She wanted to grow old with him. He wanted to stay young. Thus, the end was clear from the very beginning. Neither wanted to see it.
Laughter and tears, talking and silence. The Other, a brief happiness. “I belong to you,” she had whispered with broken eyes. She had a husband and a child. Couldn’t leave. He found that perfect!
The One and the Other. Mentally present past. Jules still exists. At least that!
Epilogue:
They sat across from each other. She had set a third breakfast setting on the table. Whenever she wanted to bang her hand on the table and be angry, there was only a cold, wounded emptiness inside her. How he sat there with shame in his eyes and a cramp in his stomach. She had seen it coming. The long evenings without him, the movements in the account, the hints of casino visits, the inner restlessness that had seized him. The changes in his character and his talk of cracks on his skin. She thought of Natalie Portman and “Black Swan” and wondered which film he was in. “Jules still exists. At least that!”, he repeated several times too much. Just the thought of this liquid testosterone filled her with disgust. He would have to sleep in the guest room from now on. She felt like taking a long shower. But first, she had to throw away this bottle. It was his second, and even numbers had only brought misfortune.
The attentive reader is advised to follow the correct order when reading!!
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Three breakfast settings. She knows it! She has taken screenshots of the chat history. Using her birth date as a PIN was not a very good idea. The online account was also hacked. Good thing the hotel bills were always paid in cash. It wouldn’t help anyway; everything always comes out in the end. She asked questions. More questions. An interrogation! This has been going on for two years. He can’t take it anymore at some point. The inevitable follows. Redemption and sorrow. At the same time. She wanted to grow old with him. He wanted to stay young. Thus, the end was clear from the very beginning. Neither wanted to see it.
Laughter and tears, talking and silence. The Other, a brief happiness. “I belong to you,” she had whispered with broken eyes. She had a husband and a child. Couldn’t leave. He found that perfect!
The One and the Other. Mentally present past. Jules still exists. At least that!
Epilogue:
They sat across from each other. She had set a third breakfast setting on the table. Whenever she wanted to bang her hand on the table and be angry, there was only a cold, wounded emptiness inside her. How he sat there with shame in his eyes and a cramp in his stomach. She had seen it coming. The long evenings without him, the movements in the account, the hints of casino visits, the inner restlessness that had seized him. The changes in his character and his talk of cracks on his skin. She thought of Natalie Portman and “Black Swan” and wondered which film he was in. “Jules still exists. At least that!”, he repeated several times too much. Just the thought of this liquid testosterone filled her with disgust. He would have to sleep in the guest room from now on. She felt like taking a long shower. But first, she had to throw away this bottle. It was his second, and even numbers had only brought misfortune.
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No Ordinary Love
I want no ordinary lover. I want a fucking storm.
I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at 4 a.m.
I want passion. I want madness.
Your life is being restructured. What was before no longer matters. Connections dissolve, bonds end. Only what is real and true remains. It is frighteningly little. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe it’s time to let go of the old so that the new can come. The time in between hurts. It must hurt. It wants to be experienced, endured, and borne. You will grow.
Écrin de fumée is warm cinnamon reinforcement. The rum gives strength, tobacco leaves provide aroma. Subtle smokiness pushes unisex towards masculine elegance. The fact that Serge Lutens only lists three ingredients should be considered an understatement. It cannot be taken seriously. This scent is too rich and too dense for that. Whatever else is in there, it fits perfectly. Nothing is too quiet or too loud. Nothing is missing, nothing is too much. All notes follow an orchestration reminiscent of Nicolai. Masterful.
A pull. Quicksand of emotions. It draws you in. You wouldn’t want it any other way.
The varnish of your previous life shows cracks. You recognize yourself - you do not recognize yourself. Long-hidden things finally reveal themselves (again). Hunches become certainty, fulfillment becomes promise.
Which doors will open?
Pulse. Vitality. Pulse. New territory. Pulse. Relaxed turmoil. Pulse.
Mariana Trench deep trust...
Push the button!!!
"You are all woman," you had said.
I am ready!
I want sleepless nights and endless conversations at 4 a.m.
I want passion. I want madness.
Your life is being restructured. What was before no longer matters. Connections dissolve, bonds end. Only what is real and true remains. It is frighteningly little. Maybe that’s for the best, maybe it’s time to let go of the old so that the new can come. The time in between hurts. It must hurt. It wants to be experienced, endured, and borne. You will grow.
Écrin de fumée is warm cinnamon reinforcement. The rum gives strength, tobacco leaves provide aroma. Subtle smokiness pushes unisex towards masculine elegance. The fact that Serge Lutens only lists three ingredients should be considered an understatement. It cannot be taken seriously. This scent is too rich and too dense for that. Whatever else is in there, it fits perfectly. Nothing is too quiet or too loud. Nothing is missing, nothing is too much. All notes follow an orchestration reminiscent of Nicolai. Masterful.
A pull. Quicksand of emotions. It draws you in. You wouldn’t want it any other way.
The varnish of your previous life shows cracks. You recognize yourself - you do not recognize yourself. Long-hidden things finally reveal themselves (again). Hunches become certainty, fulfillment becomes promise.
Which doors will open?
Pulse. Vitality. Pulse. New territory. Pulse. Relaxed turmoil. Pulse.
Mariana Trench deep trust...
Push the button!!!
"You are all woman," you had said.
I am ready!
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Ray and the Salvation of Retail
Where is the tester here? Why is there none right here?
My appointment is in 30 minutes. What to do until then? Of course, once again, browsing through the fragrance shelves! I could check out the Gentleman Collection by Aramis, it should be here....
Stop! Only Tuscany is left. At least, but unfortunately without a testing option. Well, not today then.
"How can I help you?"
I was about to sneak away when Ray cornered me. Making a left turn, I try to escape, another little turn to the right...in vain! The personification of friendliness stands before me and beams at me.
"I wanted to smell Etruscan again, but unfortunately there’s no tester."
"Etrus...??"
"Uh, yes, that’s what it used to be called. I meant Tuscany."
"Ahhh, the Tuscany!!!"
We stand in front of the shelf. No, says Ray, no tester. Unfortunately! Sorry!
I don’t know what Ray's real name is. But the name would suit him well. I move towards the exit, Ray accompanies me. He talks about his favorite fragrances and asks about mine.
"So, if you like this scent, then take the Tuscany. It’s much wöözigerr." Ray has a quirky American accent that suits him perfectly. We are already back in front of the mentioned shelf. How does he do that??? Ray still has no tester and without smelling the now reformulated fragrance, I won’t buy it. The memories of past times when I had Etruscan, which is now called Tuscany, are too vague.
"If you buy it, I’ll give you 20 percent off." That’s nice, Ray, but what good are 20 percent off if the fragrance doesn’t suit me?
Ray is now really getting into it...
"So, if you don’t like it, just bring it back to me and say it gives you a headache!"
"You’ll take it back then?"
"Of course!"
I would then have to go back to the city, and Ray will probably have his day off then...
No, that’s too much hassle for me.
Ray is now determined and surpasses himself. From the back of the shelf, he tears off the plastic and unpacks the bottle.
Note: if you don’t have a tester, then make one yourself!
Ray sprays on paper. I hesitate...
Ray sprays on my arm...
I smell....
I think...
Ray probably feels like a duck at the moment, pardon, a drake..."Smooth on the surface but paddling like hell." Highly concentrated like a tiger about to pounce, he tries to exude the calmness of a Buddha at the same time.
"Okay, I’ll take it"
Ray relaxes. He has pulled out all the stops, it worked. His body is flooded with endorphins, I’m sure of it.
"You are wonderful," says Ray, "I could hug you!"
Ray, or whatever your name may be, you are the salvation of retail. I wish all salespeople in the world were like you! Rarely have I been served more kindly than today.
God bless you, Ray!!!
P.S. If anyone is wondering how I find the fragrance...I wrote a statement about it, you can read that.
My appointment is in 30 minutes. What to do until then? Of course, once again, browsing through the fragrance shelves! I could check out the Gentleman Collection by Aramis, it should be here....
Stop! Only Tuscany is left. At least, but unfortunately without a testing option. Well, not today then.
"How can I help you?"
I was about to sneak away when Ray cornered me. Making a left turn, I try to escape, another little turn to the right...in vain! The personification of friendliness stands before me and beams at me.
"I wanted to smell Etruscan again, but unfortunately there’s no tester."
"Etrus...??"
"Uh, yes, that’s what it used to be called. I meant Tuscany."
"Ahhh, the Tuscany!!!"
We stand in front of the shelf. No, says Ray, no tester. Unfortunately! Sorry!
I don’t know what Ray's real name is. But the name would suit him well. I move towards the exit, Ray accompanies me. He talks about his favorite fragrances and asks about mine.
"So, if you like this scent, then take the Tuscany. It’s much wöözigerr." Ray has a quirky American accent that suits him perfectly. We are already back in front of the mentioned shelf. How does he do that??? Ray still has no tester and without smelling the now reformulated fragrance, I won’t buy it. The memories of past times when I had Etruscan, which is now called Tuscany, are too vague.
"If you buy it, I’ll give you 20 percent off." That’s nice, Ray, but what good are 20 percent off if the fragrance doesn’t suit me?
Ray is now really getting into it...
"So, if you don’t like it, just bring it back to me and say it gives you a headache!"
"You’ll take it back then?"
"Of course!"
I would then have to go back to the city, and Ray will probably have his day off then...
No, that’s too much hassle for me.
Ray is now determined and surpasses himself. From the back of the shelf, he tears off the plastic and unpacks the bottle.
Note: if you don’t have a tester, then make one yourself!
Ray sprays on paper. I hesitate...
Ray sprays on my arm...
I smell....
I think...
Ray probably feels like a duck at the moment, pardon, a drake..."Smooth on the surface but paddling like hell." Highly concentrated like a tiger about to pounce, he tries to exude the calmness of a Buddha at the same time.
"Okay, I’ll take it"
Ray relaxes. He has pulled out all the stops, it worked. His body is flooded with endorphins, I’m sure of it.
"You are wonderful," says Ray, "I could hug you!"
Ray, or whatever your name may be, you are the salvation of retail. I wish all salespeople in the world were like you! Rarely have I been served more kindly than today.
God bless you, Ray!!!
P.S. If anyone is wondering how I find the fragrance...I wrote a statement about it, you can read that.
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How you remind me
"You make my heart beating faster !"
"Du willst mich doch nur sprachlos machen !"
Sometimes a fragrance reminds us of ourselves and sometimes it’s an encounter. Sometimes my heart shifts into a higher gear. This time, it’s two gears!
EL by Arquiste celebrates life, reminding us of happy times. A special kind of Fougere. Deep green and aromatic. Full of power and equipped with a depth that is rarely found today. It has quite a lot in common with the Kouros of days gone by. One should certainly appreciate a certain animalic quality to enjoy it. Subtle bitter notes from the bay leaf. In the base, there’s also patchouli and oak moss. Its bitter sweetness has something very seductive about it. EL remains balanced and harmonious throughout its entire development. This composition, aimed entirely at men (for the ladies, there’s ELLE from the same house), impresses across the board.
...and you feel that this encounter is important for you! Because it grabs you. Because you feel that you are alive. But are you living enough? Some encounters raise questions within you! Who am I really? What do I hold back? Do I have the courage it takes to (re)discover inner terrain? To satisfy unfulfilled longings? To arrive? Something like "coming home"? EL by Arquiste asks the same questions! Moreover, EL is more about touch, gaze, and gesture than grand words. The art of nonverbal communication. The truly important things are usually found between the lines...
Goes well with elegant clothing, worn casually. The Italian would say "Sprezzatura".
Drink: Gimlet with gin, lemony sour.
Song: How you remind me, Nickelback.
And please, never let anything divert you from your path again!
For M.
"Du willst mich doch nur sprachlos machen !"
Sometimes a fragrance reminds us of ourselves and sometimes it’s an encounter. Sometimes my heart shifts into a higher gear. This time, it’s two gears!
EL by Arquiste celebrates life, reminding us of happy times. A special kind of Fougere. Deep green and aromatic. Full of power and equipped with a depth that is rarely found today. It has quite a lot in common with the Kouros of days gone by. One should certainly appreciate a certain animalic quality to enjoy it. Subtle bitter notes from the bay leaf. In the base, there’s also patchouli and oak moss. Its bitter sweetness has something very seductive about it. EL remains balanced and harmonious throughout its entire development. This composition, aimed entirely at men (for the ladies, there’s ELLE from the same house), impresses across the board.
...and you feel that this encounter is important for you! Because it grabs you. Because you feel that you are alive. But are you living enough? Some encounters raise questions within you! Who am I really? What do I hold back? Do I have the courage it takes to (re)discover inner terrain? To satisfy unfulfilled longings? To arrive? Something like "coming home"? EL by Arquiste asks the same questions! Moreover, EL is more about touch, gaze, and gesture than grand words. The art of nonverbal communication. The truly important things are usually found between the lines...
Goes well with elegant clothing, worn casually. The Italian would say "Sprezzatura".
Drink: Gimlet with gin, lemony sour.
Song: How you remind me, Nickelback.
And please, never let anything divert you from your path again!
For M.
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I hate myself for loving you
Man II as well. Damn, where are you? Jil Sander Man, which everyone here calls Man pure, has accompanied me as my scent for many years. Man II completely slipped through my fingers in the 80s. Unfortunately! I wish I had never met you! It happened as it had to happen. We did meet. Resiny and light brown you are. With a fine note of cognac, you have burned yourself into my memory.
While Jil Sander's Man (pure) is a wonderful reminder of past times, you are the scent I would still spray on myself every day today. I know nothing comparable.
This gem is as rare as the legendary Patou. Simply untraceable. Probably only to be found in estate sales. At flea markets, for little money, because the poor sellers have no idea what treasure they possess!
My life must go on without you... damn!
Released in 1982, Jil Sander Man II was not a great success. In the same decade, it disappeared without a trace. Yet it still has its loyal fans today. Myself included.
I’m going to listen to the fitting song by Joan Jett 10 more times now. After that, John Waite, Missing you.
Drink: Royal Bermuda Yacht Club
Conclusion: Irreplaceable!
While Jil Sander's Man (pure) is a wonderful reminder of past times, you are the scent I would still spray on myself every day today. I know nothing comparable.
This gem is as rare as the legendary Patou. Simply untraceable. Probably only to be found in estate sales. At flea markets, for little money, because the poor sellers have no idea what treasure they possess!
My life must go on without you... damn!
Released in 1982, Jil Sander Man II was not a great success. In the same decade, it disappeared without a trace. Yet it still has its loyal fans today. Myself included.
I’m going to listen to the fitting song by Joan Jett 10 more times now. After that, John Waite, Missing you.
Drink: Royal Bermuda Yacht Club
Conclusion: Irreplaceable!
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