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The forbidden garden
Slanted below my (also not so small) property lies a huge, park-like garden with far more than 4000m2 of surface.
It is not permanently inhabited, but the owner's children (a successful paediatrician) obviously like to use the white bungalow and swimming pool for parties in the warm season. A long time ago the doctor's mother and my mother were friends and we were allowed to use the pool. Nevertheless, as a young woman, in the early/mid 90s, I always felt a little like an intruder (or even a small, cheeky wood elf), when I was early in the morning in a bikini, under our summer jasmine bush and the wild rose bush, over the rotten fence, past the huge old trees, far down across the lawn to the small, but well-tended pool crept to turn a few rounds. Long time! Both old ladies don't live today...
And yet...when I see the bright lights down there from my bedroom window late in the evening and the music comes up to me, I sometimes wonder if I shouldn't just go downstairs, in a pretty colourful summer dress, with my hair still open - the fences are still rotten - and mingle with it, among the celebrants. Maybe they would even offer me a drink...but then - on closer inspection in the light of the bright lanterns - probably ask me to leave as soon as possible, because in my late 40s I simply don't really fit into a group of exuberant young people. So far I haven't dared...but the illusion remains!
"Brindille" is such a fragrance that I can well imagine an early summer garden party of attractive, well-to-do young people: floral-fresh, very slightly creamy, with a subtle hint of jasmine, a little distanced-cool rather than sweet, by no means intrusive.
I've ordered the bottle on the internet (as my bottling seems to evaporate gradually), but I'll probably never dare to go to one of the celebrations of the rich neighbours mentioned above...And probably it would be the usual party society anyway: a colourful mixture of quite normal people, a bit buzzed and therefore no longer necessarily reservedly distanced. If you have enough in your own circle...