Listless. One of those mornings. On which the gray of everyday life weighed me down unbidden with a leaden heaviness.
The nasty alarm clock, to overemphasize its raison d'être, as always outrageously loud. (You a...! If you weren't also a phone and ticket....) The time, an imposition, also as usual.
When, contrary to the healthy
Impulse of the born late sleeper to press the snooze button a fifth time,
I groaned and got up That's when I realized.
I miss you.
No, it's more than that. I can no longer do without you. Where does love end and become dependence? And was it ever love with you at all?
It doesn't matter at all. I need you.
Ever since I've known you. Despite your supposed unnaturalness, which put me off at first, despite or perhaps because of your classical origins (ancestors from Cologne).
My hand gropes feverishly in the dark for the little tube. Yesterday you were still there? Right here, next to my bed.
You pulled me up gently.
Smiling, no, beaming, you turned on the orange morning sun. Opened the door and window to a utopian spring. Led me along the path through an avenue of flowering weeping cherries. Gave me the deceptive feeling that I was freshly washed and that together you and I could, if not do everything, then at least do anything at all. We would shrug off the day's adversities with a serene smile. We would walk through the day arm in arm. And if my eyelids were to close at some point, you had matches at hand to help me out.
Grounded as you are, you helped me stay calm and remained with me as a friendly presence all day long.
As it got later, you surprisingly rang in the afternoon with a soft, spicy, smoky song...
Now I can feel the cold sweat breaking out. Where are you?!
I feverishly rummage through the pile of clothes next to the bed. Nothing.
Did you leave me in the middle of the night? Have you quietly rolled away to pull your cap in front of someone else? Turn your adorable spray head to someone else ? Oh dear, I didn't even remember your name! The tube with your essence falls to the floor with a soft "clack". It had got lost in a sock.
Tears of relief well up in my eyes. You are here.
The last little spray will have to do.
Then you'll get me through the day again.
The time has come. I want to own you, want you all for myself. I'm prepared to pay the price.
I happen to know that you can be bought, genie.
And I know your name.
**
The fact that I manage to empty a bottle completely, as is the case here with "Eau de Sens", actually happens very, very rarely. But there are a few perfumes that I can't stop wearing. These are the fragrances that actually do something for me, like aromatherapy.
Although I didn't really love Eau de Sens (it smelled a little too synthetic to me), I enjoyed wearing the fragrance in the morning and emptied the bottle in no time at all.
It starts with a fresh orange blossom scent, soon joined by other bright floral notes, a whiff of freshly washed laundry wafting from the line. The whole thing is underpinned by a soft, earthy patchouli note. This gives the fragrance a calming effect, prevents it from becoming too lively, grounds it and fixes the radiant orange of the O blossom on the skin. And that for many hours. Juniper provides a subtle spiciness and a hint of smoke, which surprisingly joins in after a few hours.
One spring day, I left the house unscented. Nevertheless, everything around me suddenly smelled of Eau de Sens. The somewhat synthetic note included. It took me a while to find the cause. At a certain time of year, the so-called common weeping cherry blossoms on trees near our house.
The scent is so similar to that of Eau de Sens that you could be forgiven for thinking that someone was scent-trapping and using a gas chromatograph.
On days when I'm tired, and there are a lot of them at this time of year, this fragrance wakes me up, cheers me up, keeps me alert and actually helps me through the day.
It makes me feel great and I get positive reactions to it.
However, it has a decent sillage, you can and should use it sparingly.
A surprise for me that this fragrance, which I initially found nice, but not so great, has become one of my most important, my favorites, my favorites on the perfume shelf. But it's exactly these surprises with fragrances that I love
Incidentally, I'm just about to empty a bottle of
Calicantus......It remains exciting.
Dopeweasel
