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The origin of all freshness
For me, Cool Water is the absolute classic, the epitome of the fresh, aquatic men's fragrance, the Fougère monster with which all other newcomers have to compete. The scent of lavender combines with an arctic sea breeze and sweeps over moss-covered hills.
Here a somewhat different comment: a generation-spanning and deeply (auto)biographical characterization of its bearers:
Carrier number one, my grandfather. A handsome, prudent man of his mark civil servant of the city of Frankfurt am Main in the higher service. During the summer holidays I was always allowed to spend a week with my grandparent. They lived in a 60s bungalow with a large garden. I was considered my grandfather's favourite because I seemed to have a calm character similar to his. We often sat in the garden all day playing cards and understanding each other without words. Or we went on the greatest excursions, visited castles and palaces, amusement parks, swimming pools. As long as I can remember, he used Cool Water. The bright blue bottle stood on the shelf next to my grandma's perfume. Sometimes, when I wasn't in a great hurry in the bathroom, I reverently took the flashy blue bottle from the console and inhaled the fragrance deeply. Even then I was fascinated by this deep freshness.
Carrier number two, my first friend. A few years later, I was 14 years old, I met my first boyfriend: pimply 15. We sat on the playground until half past three at night, chatting and feeling so grown-up. There followed kitschy Diddl cards with even more kitschy love vows, endless phone calls, wet kisses. We were incredibly in love. The "relationship" lasted seven weeks. He wore Cool Water to all our meetings. He had certainly stolen the bottle from his father and had not dieselled himself in too close with it. My perfume collection, which had grown to almost 100 miniatures at that time, also housed the small blue bottle and so in all my longing for it I also scented several cuddly toys.
Carrier number 3: The mother of my former best friend. When I was 18, I had a girlfriend who I spent a lot of time with. Since at that time I was moved into a cramped apartment with my other grandparents, I enjoyed all the comforts that their terraced house with garden offered. Her mother, we had a rather two late relationship, because she was afraid that I would secretly seduce her daughter, who could never meet a man and get on the "wrong track", liked to use Cool Water. She worked for a big airline, got out of the house smartly every day, but at home she often couldn't get out of her bed for days, my girlfriend ordered around from there, while the unwashed dishes piled up in the kitchen.
Carrier number 4: My uncle. The free spirit in my family, social worker, musician, polyamor. First of all my mother was in a relationship with my uncle, who liked to have one or the other relationship twice. Much to my mother's displeasure. She fished for his younger brother. He "inherited" his father's perfume. As the years went by, he got tamer, even got married. He still makes music, the brothers got along again.
Whether grandfather, in love youngster, bossy mother, free spirit, I have never found Cool Water unsuitable for anybody. Cuddly toys outside front.
It is like the mossy rock in the surf, although it only appeared in 1988 and is therefore a classic of modern times, it has always been there in my olfactory universe and I am curious to see which carriers I can get to know in the future.