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My father, my hero
As with many girls, my connection with my father was a very special one.
Sadly, he passed away a few years ago, but he never quite left for me and persists in many ways.
My father was a captain on a great voyage, who indeed still sailed all the seas. When he was home after a long time at sea, he was so truly home, on home leave for an extended period of time. This was always especially nice for my siblings and me because we had his undivided attention. He taught us to love the sea and to look beyond it to other countries and cultures. Being the youngest and arguably the wildest in the family, I always wanted to join dad on board and travel, while the rest of the family didn't have much interest in seafaring.
So even as a little girl, I was put on planes with a sign on my neck, looked after by nice stewardesses, and handed over at international airports to ordered drivers who then took me to the ship.
In a time without mobile phones, today unthinkable and a case for the youth welfare office .
But I remember clearly that I was never afraid. I had this basic trust that my father had organized everything and nothing would happen to me.
There he was always standing at the gangway, a tall, upright man , with his captain's shirt rolled up , a father's love and pride in his eyes.
I ran, into his arms, smelling the sea and 'Old Spice'.
The fruity orange freshness already gone, this warm spicy, almost oriental cinnamon vanilla amber scent always clung to him.
And only now, while writing these lines, my eyes fall on the pyramid and I see that 'Old Spice' contains tonka bean. Maybe that's where my preference for tonka scents comes from, but in any case the velvety of the fragrance.
A feeling of security and being accepted, sets with me immediately, when I smell even today, woody - spicy scents in combination with orange, like the scent of my father.
That is what fragrances (in the best case) do with us.
Sadly, he passed away a few years ago, but he never quite left for me and persists in many ways.
My father was a captain on a great voyage, who indeed still sailed all the seas. When he was home after a long time at sea, he was so truly home, on home leave for an extended period of time. This was always especially nice for my siblings and me because we had his undivided attention. He taught us to love the sea and to look beyond it to other countries and cultures. Being the youngest and arguably the wildest in the family, I always wanted to join dad on board and travel, while the rest of the family didn't have much interest in seafaring.
So even as a little girl, I was put on planes with a sign on my neck, looked after by nice stewardesses, and handed over at international airports to ordered drivers who then took me to the ship.
In a time without mobile phones, today unthinkable and a case for the youth welfare office .
But I remember clearly that I was never afraid. I had this basic trust that my father had organized everything and nothing would happen to me.
There he was always standing at the gangway, a tall, upright man , with his captain's shirt rolled up , a father's love and pride in his eyes.
I ran, into his arms, smelling the sea and 'Old Spice'.
The fruity orange freshness already gone, this warm spicy, almost oriental cinnamon vanilla amber scent always clung to him.
And only now, while writing these lines, my eyes fall on the pyramid and I see that 'Old Spice' contains tonka bean. Maybe that's where my preference for tonka scents comes from, but in any case the velvety of the fragrance.
A feeling of security and being accepted, sets with me immediately, when I smell even today, woody - spicy scents in combination with orange, like the scent of my father.
That is what fragrances (in the best case) do with us.
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