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Paris is worth the trip!
That is certainly what many participants of the French courses at the Adult Education Center Berlin-Wedding thought. From a certain level of proficiency, a bus trip to Paris lasting several days took place regularly; the rush was always very large.
From Berlin to Paris by bus: mon Dieu!
The lecturer (a French woman, also married in second marriage - to the grief of her parents - to a German) always came back very exhausted.
Of course, they were all adults; but they all attached importance to her company: she was also a charming and entertaining woman.
Apart from obligatory city tours and walks, there was also plenty of free time that each participant could fill for himself.
Of course, the - mainly - young women wanted to go in search of clothes and stand wide-eyed in amazement in front of the shop windows of the fashion stores, while the male participants were mostly more interested in the nightlife. (Hopefully they were not disappointed!)
I think here has not changed much since the mid-eighties!
Whether they now also stopped by Hermès main store, I do not know of course; I was not there!
I only know that back then, when I got to know this fragrance, I did not waste a thought on the origin of its name.
I met a heavenly fragrance creation, whose roots I did not necessarily need to know.
Probably I was not alone in this at the time; we did not have to question everything!
That was the time of the "golden era" of fragrances: the most diverse perfumes sprouted and unfolded like crocuses in spring!
"Pick me!" they shouted!
Each couturier had to bring at least one fragrance of his name on the market and by the introduction of the miniatures it was also not difficult to sniff here and there, to fall in love or even quickly!
Oh, I loved those little flacons with the surprising contents. And unlike many of the "adults" they also survived.
In the time when "24, Faubourg" crossed my path, most women's fragrances were warm and sensual: full of opulence, glitter and glamour!
And rarely was the question: "May it be a little more?" negated!
Hach! Sometimes I think our offices all smelled a bit like a "seven-story whorehouse" back then (as a boss of mine once put it: What I was ashamed then!)!
But the aldehydes alone made everything sparkle and ignited the most beautiful fragrance fireworks.
And only the gardenia: Weren't every bon vivant a gardenia blossom on his tuxedo jacket?
Does not this flower surround the scent of the slightly wicked?
When Turandot writes that she was afraid of disappearing under this power of scent, I can understand her well today: for such a quiet and reserved woman as Turandot, such a powerful beauty could already become a kind of avalanche.
Today I ask myself why I did not feel the same way back then, when I was still so much more shy. Probably I needed this shine as a background of my self-expression!
Of course, in the course of time, "24, Faubourg" was also replaced by other favorites; both the eau de parfum and the eau de toilette disappeared from my life.
It became interesting again only in the years here at "Parfumo":
Do I have this fragrance power still correctly in memory?
So I accepted Floramalia's offer to choose bottlings from her collection, thankfully and of course enthusiastically.
So came "24, Faubourg" as Eau de Parfum again so me.
And my memory did not deceive me!
Golden shiny and floral-sensual fragrance is this work of art still.
The top note alone is a true orgy of scents; the entrance to a true "fragrance garden of Eden".
Orange and peach, ripe and juicy, have been generously combined with hyacinth and ylang-ylang: this alone is not for fragrance purists!
The way to the world of classic women's fragrances is hereby opened:
Of course, jasmine and iris may not be missing; exceptional is the cleverly added dose of black elderberry.
These generous gifts of fragrance are complemented by noble large-flowered gardenias; impressive in their beauty and so also "24, Faubourg" dominating.
Amazingly harmoniously blends the delicate, transparent fragrance tip of the orange blossoms:
Who would have thought that this fragility so wonderfully arranges itself with the now almost powerful composition: it does not go down! No, it underlines this elegance in the finest way!
Thus, the bridge from the aroma of the heart-warming orange blossom to the sensual-warm vanilla is also quickly spanned!
Each of these two nuances entices in its own charismatic way; both together are simply magical.
Since "24, Faubourg" is all woman, of course, the eroticizing components such as voluptuous dripping sandalwood oil and languidly flowing patchouli fragrance streams may not be missing.
And amber! What would be a delightful women's fragrance without golden amber sparkle?
Thus, the intoxicating beauty of this fragrance composition sways lasciviously on the classics of the base note.
Of course, the durability is exceptional: once conquered, "24, Faubourg" proves to be very faithful. Even in the morning after application, its magic is present.
And "the morning after" even more so!
"24, Faubourg" is a real woman and thus also a little slut; not exactly wicked, but ...
And to return to the title-giving old hit:
Paris, that is "La Femme": toujours, toujours, toujours "la Femme"!
Whereas this piece of jewelry now does not have to be an everyday fragrance, but it can be good.
Anyway, I have so found a fitting conclusion for my 555th comment.
I dedicate the Floramalia: she has earned it as a thank you for the generous fillings!
And now: Curtain! Tusch! (And maybe even applause?)
From Berlin to Paris by bus: mon Dieu!
The lecturer (a French woman, also married in second marriage - to the grief of her parents - to a German) always came back very exhausted.
Of course, they were all adults; but they all attached importance to her company: she was also a charming and entertaining woman.
Apart from obligatory city tours and walks, there was also plenty of free time that each participant could fill for himself.
Of course, the - mainly - young women wanted to go in search of clothes and stand wide-eyed in amazement in front of the shop windows of the fashion stores, while the male participants were mostly more interested in the nightlife. (Hopefully they were not disappointed!)
I think here has not changed much since the mid-eighties!
Whether they now also stopped by Hermès main store, I do not know of course; I was not there!
I only know that back then, when I got to know this fragrance, I did not waste a thought on the origin of its name.
I met a heavenly fragrance creation, whose roots I did not necessarily need to know.
Probably I was not alone in this at the time; we did not have to question everything!
That was the time of the "golden era" of fragrances: the most diverse perfumes sprouted and unfolded like crocuses in spring!
"Pick me!" they shouted!
Each couturier had to bring at least one fragrance of his name on the market and by the introduction of the miniatures it was also not difficult to sniff here and there, to fall in love or even quickly!
Oh, I loved those little flacons with the surprising contents. And unlike many of the "adults" they also survived.
In the time when "24, Faubourg" crossed my path, most women's fragrances were warm and sensual: full of opulence, glitter and glamour!
And rarely was the question: "May it be a little more?" negated!
Hach! Sometimes I think our offices all smelled a bit like a "seven-story whorehouse" back then (as a boss of mine once put it: What I was ashamed then!)!
But the aldehydes alone made everything sparkle and ignited the most beautiful fragrance fireworks.
And only the gardenia: Weren't every bon vivant a gardenia blossom on his tuxedo jacket?
Does not this flower surround the scent of the slightly wicked?
When Turandot writes that she was afraid of disappearing under this power of scent, I can understand her well today: for such a quiet and reserved woman as Turandot, such a powerful beauty could already become a kind of avalanche.
Today I ask myself why I did not feel the same way back then, when I was still so much more shy. Probably I needed this shine as a background of my self-expression!
Of course, in the course of time, "24, Faubourg" was also replaced by other favorites; both the eau de parfum and the eau de toilette disappeared from my life.
It became interesting again only in the years here at "Parfumo":
Do I have this fragrance power still correctly in memory?
So I accepted Floramalia's offer to choose bottlings from her collection, thankfully and of course enthusiastically.
So came "24, Faubourg" as Eau de Parfum again so me.
And my memory did not deceive me!
Golden shiny and floral-sensual fragrance is this work of art still.
The top note alone is a true orgy of scents; the entrance to a true "fragrance garden of Eden".
Orange and peach, ripe and juicy, have been generously combined with hyacinth and ylang-ylang: this alone is not for fragrance purists!
The way to the world of classic women's fragrances is hereby opened:
Of course, jasmine and iris may not be missing; exceptional is the cleverly added dose of black elderberry.
These generous gifts of fragrance are complemented by noble large-flowered gardenias; impressive in their beauty and so also "24, Faubourg" dominating.
Amazingly harmoniously blends the delicate, transparent fragrance tip of the orange blossoms:
Who would have thought that this fragility so wonderfully arranges itself with the now almost powerful composition: it does not go down! No, it underlines this elegance in the finest way!
Thus, the bridge from the aroma of the heart-warming orange blossom to the sensual-warm vanilla is also quickly spanned!
Each of these two nuances entices in its own charismatic way; both together are simply magical.
Since "24, Faubourg" is all woman, of course, the eroticizing components such as voluptuous dripping sandalwood oil and languidly flowing patchouli fragrance streams may not be missing.
And amber! What would be a delightful women's fragrance without golden amber sparkle?
Thus, the intoxicating beauty of this fragrance composition sways lasciviously on the classics of the base note.
Of course, the durability is exceptional: once conquered, "24, Faubourg" proves to be very faithful. Even in the morning after application, its magic is present.
And "the morning after" even more so!
"24, Faubourg" is a real woman and thus also a little slut; not exactly wicked, but ...
And to return to the title-giving old hit:
Paris, that is "La Femme": toujours, toujours, toujours "la Femme"!
Whereas this piece of jewelry now does not have to be an everyday fragrance, but it can be good.
Anyway, I have so found a fitting conclusion for my 555th comment.
I dedicate the Floramalia: she has earned it as a thank you for the generous fillings!
And now: Curtain! Tusch! (And maybe even applause?)
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