Then he remembered another phrase:
"Language marches in lockstep with the shills.
Therefore, we must invent a new language."
This sentence... should he spread it, wildly plant it somewhere-
plant it, for example, on the toilet wall of a cafe
or in a perfume forum?
Or was he just being too serious again?
He sniffed at himself.
It was the contradiction that he liked.
Perhaps there were even several of them.
The first was called masculine & floral, even downright rosy.
Not that he appreciated either one on its own
particularly appreciated. But both at the same time was not
normal. And thus inevitably delightful.
Another consisted of green, slightly earthy garden spice,
still clinging to the spade, coupled with soapy cleanliness.
You could also say - dry and sweet.
Or even bitter and sweet.
Aramis 900 comes from America, but smells English.
Actually, that was nonsense.
Did origin mean anything to him?
For him, this fragrance came more from a country
that had not yet been dreamed empty.
Was that another quote at the end, from wherever?
How much would remain of himself,
if one deducted all the quotations, all the thought-flowers from somewhere
What kind of a man would that be, who would then stand before one?
How would he be?
In any case - elegant.
For he was, after all, undoubtedly.
By his own standards, anyway.
And that meant - not necessarily perceptible to others.
His particular vanity.
Expensive clothes that looked rather poor.
Of course, there were people who did see it clearly and
"Clothes" he called them, if only to conceal from himself
to conceal from himself as much as possible.. could possibly call elitist.
Or - worse almost - high class. He hated the word.
He wrote it as small as possible.
Elegance, after all, was almost a value to him.
Elegance is the art of doing the same thing differently.
And it was also in Aramis 900 .
A snow-white, ironed handkerchief elegance.
That of a handkerchief that was never used,
...but only in case of a need for help.. such as a mishap of a woman
or even a man or even a man.
The elegance of Aramis 900 was restrained.. but also a bit loud. So, as elegance now times
depending on the environment more discreetly or more clearly stands out.
In this fragrance played the feminine and the masculine
a sophisticated game. Because the floral announced itself
again and again to word in the course of the fragrance.
And always seemed a little different again, when
the development of the fragrance gently changed direction.
The head is round, so that the thoughts the direction
can change direction. Was that him or Man Ray?
The scent reminded him of a very colorful pocket square,
which, yes, still seemed conservative in the overall picture.
Orange paisley pattern on a green background, the whole
against the calm background of a beige linen jacket.
This was matched by the rose-dominated floral bouquet
with a few lilies of the valley, carnations and a tiny bit
of iris Iris, which was set against a bitter-woody-early tableau with a
certain powdery, earthy aura to it.
Floral-rosy lushness paired with slight bitterness.
The principle of the unexpected.
At parties he was someone with whom one actually
with whom one actually liked to talk, was also seen with pleasure, because he
was not necessarily boring.
So understated he formulated that to himself.
At the same time, however, he was feared as a sometimes unpredictable
mood killer. From a subject like "running shoes,
that weigh under 300 grams and create a kind of booster feeling
produce," he was able to divert to child labor in 2.5 secs.
Without pulling a face. Or appearing bad-tempered
Or the other day at the Groucho-look-a-like party.
There he stood out because instead of a costume he wore gray
Pants and a gray T-shirt that said
"Man is an animal gifted in speech, who will always
by the word."
Is that humor with thorns? A kind of rose humor?
Somehow he seemed to like to add something heavy
to everything light to anything light Wasn't he perhaps similar to Aramis 900, which was abruptly
of floral playfulness that skipped along as cheerfully as a rose
in the buttonhole, to a vegetal-bitter
To a vegetal and bitter
astringency, which could remind one
Serenity and seriousness.
Whereby he knew well how little earnestness alone was worth.
As this journalist had said in the 19th century
said? Earnestness is the mediocre, and the mediocre
is the worst, because it is boring.
Was that his real fear - to be boring?
All the elegance nothing but whitewash?
Did he even want to answer that question for himself?
In the end, Aramis 900 softened, evened out.
Wood, a fine distinguished moss note, a deep,
calm harmonious patchouli melody.
A perfectly captured essence of the genre Chypre,
that simply reconciled contradictions. His
Brother, the impetuous, iridescent-oscillating, much-
face Aromatics Elixir not at all dissimilar.
Only more restrained, more controlled, more collected.
"It's not so bad," said Aramis 900.
"Yeah, I guess you're right, I really don't have to answer all the
"You don't have to do anything," said the scent.