After the time-honoured fragrance has been around for so long and, in addition, it enjoys, I would like to say, a solid appreciation from some of my highly esteemed super noses, it was high time to let the boy, whom my inner nose has long since imagined, come into play. (First sentences should be short - what do I care?)
Actually, I could imagine this lavender-vanilla-combination quite well, as I was able to find out afterwards, but then again lavender is not one of those substances I absolutely have to smell all the time (in my case it belongs to the category "spices").
Furthermore, the adjective "vanilla" does not create an immediate desire to get a taste that I absolutely must have it now (see above) which, in the long run, led to the fact that I only knew the bottle of this part so far, but never operated it mechanically.
So first of all, "Holla! What's up?" The bitter-bitter lavender cuts through the surrounding air with the pith of a laser sword and says "thou shalt have no other god beside me." That doesn't happen either, because I'm brain paralyzed for 10 seconds by the lavender shock and take the sprayer with me to the computer, so that I don't have to get up again (who knows if I still can...) to possibly refill it.
Well, 10 seconds go by quickly and very carefully the milder tones of the priming sedan and sweets venture out to whisper flattering words into the ear of their lavender boss. But he doesn't listen, but gets - now he's getting dirty, ladies and gentlemen - lascivious, just too dirty impulses.
This is what lavender likes to do in a certain density and opacity, but you have to say... he's got it bad as hell behind or under his ears.
Whether you perceive it now rather as the buckling of the (unwashed) young man, the acidity of the woman in heat or the aura of the older gentleman overpowered by sudden lust (well, the lavender!) does not matter and would be a matter of taste or smell. Also the adjective "ratty" comes to my mind...
I'm torn, because on the one hand I didn't think that such a, as I thought, "dignified" oldschooler would be able to do that and I'm happy about the surprise, because most of the oldschoolers I know often smell really old to me, I'm surprised about my joy... but on the other hand - that's really mean!
And no, that's not skin chemistry or any mythology, I didn't grind up any molecules (hihi), it's the same on a piece of cloth, on paper or clothes - just as prickly, uninhibited and straight to the point.
The question that arises here is of course: did Mr. Daltroff at that time, 1934, accept and accept this olfactory interlude as "inevitable with a lot of lavender", or did he even operate with it on purpose and "design" the fragrance in this direction, or did it not even occur to him, because lavender already caused a certain habituation and dullness in his nose, that he could not even come up with such thoughts ?
So, anyway, we have here a certain lavender problem, a problem lavender so to speak,
uh, we then have a difference between the normally behaving lavender, the harmful lavender and the uh problem lavender. And, uh, it's quite clear that, uh, this lavender
uh, a problem lavender is and it has been, by the way, also, basically, uh quite uh a certain luck, he has scented practically everything at 1 o'clock at night. And thank God there was, uh, was in the house, so at least that has not been noticed.
Yes, I did
And that, as I already said, I find it cool on the one hand that this one shows an unexpected edge, but on the other hand it's a bit too much... Anyway, after 30 to 45 minutes (but what he might have done already?) the problem lavender is put under house arrest, remand or quarantine and is now only allowed out with an electronic vanilla ankle bracelet and a musk mask. He carries it with composure and thus forms in the long run a very harmonious, calm and character-strong unit, which, as befits a 96-year-old, shines with mildness of age and philanthropic wisdom and now, albeit late, once again proves to be beneficial and supportive to humanity. Now, I must say in conclusion, he is and smells indeed as I had imagined him to be all along. Let's hope that the heart will continue to participate for a long time
Dear ones, I understand all degrees of evaluation here, your enthusiasm and your criticism. It's much "stranger" than I thought, but I think that's good again. And on the other hand... etc. etc.