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The unreachable palace
I like Etro.
Actually the clothes don't even fit my style, but I like the designs (from a designer's point of view), and also the image that Etro radiates has a charm to me. Noble, but not ostentatious, with a touch of the 70s - think of the famous paisley pattern!
And so on one of my rare side trips to a Karstadt I made a detour to the Etro shelf, where I tried my hand at it a bit with a nice saleswoman, she herself was new as she betrayed, and so we sniffed through some flacons.
Green fragrances belong to my favourite fragrances, and then Palais Jamais shone towards me, green in colour and promising. I liked him so much on the strip, I let him on the skin.
All day long I was accompanied by this almost bitter green, soft smoky scent. So I exchanged a specimen and could finally test again extensively.
On one of those rare days when I have a little job as an equipment assistant again. The shooting took place in a villa outside Hamburg, and my alarm clock rang at 5:30 to get there in time.
The day was going to be really warm, and I wanted to feel fresh and energetic, so I sprayed Palais Jamais on myself. I arrived at the villa and was shown around.
Through a garden gate, between two moss-covered stone figures, I reached an old, ivy-covered red brick villa. So many rooms and so many huge windows! The stairs led to two further floors. Also the garden was large (inviting), and ended with a fence and a view into a landscape that reminded me of a rococo picture, it was almost natural kitsch.
I spent the whole day there and found it very exciting, and at the same time I became particularly aware of where I came from. I had to share my room with my brother until I moved out at 18. We managed quite well to get out of the way and give ourselves room despite the skirmishes. There was never any money for holidays. Branded clothes were also almost never, except from the children's bazaar or second-hand. And I had the happiest childhood! I grew up lovingly, with little money, but with parents who spent time with us and always encouraged us to become what we want.
I will never live in a villa with 3 bathrooms, my own staff, and a garden so big that I couldn't decide where to have my breakfast.
But I don't want it either.
My palace is a completely different one, it exists in my dreams and accompanies me, it inspires and nourishes me. Sometimes it takes the form of a small house in the south, sometimes it is a studio flooded with light, and sometimes a garden that is a mosaic of countless shades of green.
This is one of the fragrances that take me to this very own palace of fantasy that can change its shape. He is a companion who does not transport me into another shell, but lets me be with him very much.
I find Palais Jamais to be deep green, slightly bitter and herbaceous. But it does not smell exclusively of herbs or grasses, the freshness of green lemons is added, the light tea note, which has already been mentioned here, I can also understand. And I smell the Petitgrain, and I like it very much because it simply smells like pure leaves.
I have observed the durability on the long shooting day; sprayed in the morning at 6.00 and noticeable until noon. Because I like the scent so much, I add a little more at noon, so that he spreads his present green cloud around me again.
My personal palace lies quite simply in a small, beautiful bottle.