Jackie, our all hairdresser, was once again the most attentive. One had forgotten the carnival! This message to the wartsab group of girls' evening he connected at the same time with the suggestion that it was not too late and that one should dare to dive into the milieu, the ambience of the courtesans and sutlers and to appreciate his favorite perfume, Tabu by Dana. Of course, he also thought, not entirely altruistically, of the fine possibilities of disguises and fashions for the evening. The proposal was unanimously accepted, also mindful of the fabulous memory of last year's spectacular Poseidon evening of aquatic scents, pirate disguises and Neptune's baptism of the equator. The accompanying prosecco cocktail with oil sardine was a real challenge for each of the baptized!
On said evening, each newly arriving "concubine" was personally greeted by Jackie. With a deft twirl or two, he modelled his scarlet chancel dress with attached bodice and wide bat sleeves each time. With each turn he spread a distinctive, oriental scent of the mystical Orient, of dreams from 1001 nights, very spicy, warm, flowery-sweet and exotic. This smell was meanwhile over the entire room, because all the girls had received in the meantime some splashes of Tabu from him.
Melody Vögele-Schmitz, our old 68er appeared in a used batik dress from her Sturm und Drang festival phase (and the dress still fit, how enviable). She already knew Tabu from that time. After spraying, her stuffy VW bus became an oriental gem, powerful, clove-spicy as if on fat earth, infused with fruity florals and sweet exoticism. One thought the rusty car would break apart at night because of the violent movements, the depth and heaviness of the eroticizing scent with the now fine resinous, warm-woody, still spicy and peppered with dark vanilla further development of the smell. In its course, the light animalism of Tabu and Melody's meowing hangover also found their place.
The pharmacist Mrs. Dr. Pille, so our Susi, came in wide harem or Pluderhosen and imagined after a few glasses of Prosecco directly in the harem of a seraglio, not so much because of the Sultan but because of the idea of her attracting, erotic ladies in it. Musty, fruity sweetness and a bit of herbaceous freshness immediately exploded in a spicy-floral eruption into an intense, oriental-spicy-earthy scent of beguiling radiance. Her wish the harem succumb to the following sensual-erotic, animalistic tentacles of the smell of taboo and in woody-warm, dark-spicy depth then dissolves any restraint of the ladies longed for by Susi.
Optician Klara Sicht, today with nickel glasses and dressed in latex and leather, gave the perfect dominatrix, in which she had slipped mentally already often times. And she knew about her attraction and that of Tabu. A splash for her, hostile, mysterious, not intrusive but already appealing. Two splashes intensely exotic, already exciting but still restrained. Four splashes well distributed and the evening can come, good 6-7 hours, spicy orientalism, seductive like the scent of an Arabian bazaar. Two / three spritzes in the right places relaid, beguiling deep eroticism until the warm spicy wake up and the certainty, the dream can begin again!
Ilse, the former boss of the kiosk with attached post office, sewing and ironing service and one of the elders, had "disguised" herself as a German Fräuleinwunder and stood for the young, attractive and desirable woman of the late post-war and economic miracle period, whom in particular the American G.I., far from home, was happy to meet.
She, child of a Silesian refugee family, had the first of these encounters very early on and the result, her son, is now her successor and manager of her kiosk. Times were hard then, Ilse alone with her son, life expensive and complicated. The kind soldiers brought over many good things, from coffee to medicine, things that ensured both of their survival.
At one point, a G.I. also left a bottle of perfume. It was taboo of Dana. She remembered exactly her first uses of that scent. With the strong earthy clove, heavy and warm at the same time, as well as the intense, sweet floral aura, Tabu, also with an animalistic frivolous note, covered many a bad smell of damp corners in dingy rooms. It also made Ilse feel nobler and more desirable than she often felt and supported the gentlemen's bounty. So when she woke up at sunrise in her little chamber in her somewhat clammy bed next to her little son, she still felt snuggled up in the slowly fading, now darkly vanilla and sultry warm smell that made her dream of better times.
After a good two years Ilse made the jump to a normal life, but even now she looks back on that time without shame, bitterness, resentment or regret. Tonight for girls' night out, she looked quite fantastic. A flower trimmed petticoat dress, balerinas, Betty Page hairdo and a pink bandana gave a glimpse of the beauty and strength that was possible and often necessary during those times.
After Ilse's tales, things quietened down a little, the air was sweetly spiced and vanilla sprinkles flashed from time to time in the dresses. The prosecco-supported dreams and longings gave way to the certainty of the real journey home and turned into newly refuelled courage for everyday life.
Where would we be without our wishes, desires, imaginations? Thank you for reading!