09/15/2020
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Deception package
There are different phases in the life of a perfume. Everyone goes through them individually. One or the other gets stuck in one for a longer time or even takes a few steps back. Others go further and develop. That must be the case, because it is like being in love: One would not survive this boundless permanent grinning and the constant butterflies in the belly together with the increased pulse rate permanently unscathed.
After years of euphoria and complete madness, at some point a switch in my head was flipped. Malicious tongues say I was tired of the collection agent at the door. I call it common sense. Anyway, at my age, you start getting wise. ;)
This switch even made me so sensible that I stopped hoarding stacks of my favorite scents. Other people use that money to build houses or buy islands. I sat on it like a mother hen and made sure that everything would last for a long time and that it would be carefully arranged. Not that it will not be enough afterwards! A very clever perfumer (one of my favorites here and a comrade from the early days, when things were still quiet and familiar here) once said a sentence that at least flipped the switch with, so together with the Lord of the Incas ... äh, my reason!
He said, "Things may end." Bah: so wise, the good one.
So I thought about it and came to the conclusion that everything was too much for me. I didn't even need a collection of over 200 (some people only need one fragrance!) plus 500 potential buyers on the shortlist. I didn't need to hoard several of each of my favourite scents. The mother hen in me loosened up, so I started mucking out and stopped hoarding. It made my life 99% better. I really saved time, too! I didn't have to keep running through stores looking for something new. I could also sleep half an hour longer in the morning because the perfume selection was much quicker. This also meant fewer crow's feet. For the 99% optimization I am really thankful to the perfume.
Now I come to the remaining 1%. And I could freak out about that!
Since I became good and had not hoarded anything more, I was badly surprised when my Chloé EdT, 2009 version ran out. Not suspecting anything bad, I got some more without testing, because heeey, I know this one! Not at all. Chloé, you have a mortal enemy! How can you mutilate such a beautiful fragrance so completely? How then can you call the scent, which has nothing, BUT NOTHING to do with the old scent, dull, just the same?
The 2009 version was noble, simple, balsamic and magical. It just smells... of flowers. Like a cheap drugstore smell. It's a little fruity at first, then floral, then it's gone. Anyone who does that will push old grannies into puddles! Criminals.
Recently, when I was tidying up, I noticed that there was a box in the back of my closet in the corner. Oh, cool, I was just about to wrap a gift and needed one! But oops, there was something in it. I peeked inside and there it was, a leftover 2009 Chloé Edt bottle. After I slipped while dancing with my friends and lay on the floor panting but happy and kissing the bottle, I felt an incredible relief and deep happiness. The mother hen was briefly back. The drama is - for now - postponed. After that I'll go to Chloé's to smear the windows or something. With smelly stuff. And I push them all into puddles. D
For Chloé Edt 2009 and me there is no end for the time being. We still have each other for a while.
I've got this thing standing in my bathroom as air freshener. That's enough for one man.
After years of euphoria and complete madness, at some point a switch in my head was flipped. Malicious tongues say I was tired of the collection agent at the door. I call it common sense. Anyway, at my age, you start getting wise. ;)
This switch even made me so sensible that I stopped hoarding stacks of my favorite scents. Other people use that money to build houses or buy islands. I sat on it like a mother hen and made sure that everything would last for a long time and that it would be carefully arranged. Not that it will not be enough afterwards! A very clever perfumer (one of my favorites here and a comrade from the early days, when things were still quiet and familiar here) once said a sentence that at least flipped the switch with, so together with the Lord of the Incas ... äh, my reason!
He said, "Things may end." Bah: so wise, the good one.
So I thought about it and came to the conclusion that everything was too much for me. I didn't even need a collection of over 200 (some people only need one fragrance!) plus 500 potential buyers on the shortlist. I didn't need to hoard several of each of my favourite scents. The mother hen in me loosened up, so I started mucking out and stopped hoarding. It made my life 99% better. I really saved time, too! I didn't have to keep running through stores looking for something new. I could also sleep half an hour longer in the morning because the perfume selection was much quicker. This also meant fewer crow's feet. For the 99% optimization I am really thankful to the perfume.
Now I come to the remaining 1%. And I could freak out about that!
Since I became good and had not hoarded anything more, I was badly surprised when my Chloé EdT, 2009 version ran out. Not suspecting anything bad, I got some more without testing, because heeey, I know this one! Not at all. Chloé, you have a mortal enemy! How can you mutilate such a beautiful fragrance so completely? How then can you call the scent, which has nothing, BUT NOTHING to do with the old scent, dull, just the same?
The 2009 version was noble, simple, balsamic and magical. It just smells... of flowers. Like a cheap drugstore smell. It's a little fruity at first, then floral, then it's gone. Anyone who does that will push old grannies into puddles! Criminals.
Recently, when I was tidying up, I noticed that there was a box in the back of my closet in the corner. Oh, cool, I was just about to wrap a gift and needed one! But oops, there was something in it. I peeked inside and there it was, a leftover 2009 Chloé Edt bottle. After I slipped while dancing with my friends and lay on the floor panting but happy and kissing the bottle, I felt an incredible relief and deep happiness. The mother hen was briefly back. The drama is - for now - postponed. After that I'll go to Chloé's to smear the windows or something. With smelly stuff. And I push them all into puddles. D
For Chloé Edt 2009 and me there is no end for the time being. We still have each other for a while.
I've got this thing standing in my bathroom as air freshener. That's enough for one man.
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