09/30/2021

Laminatrix
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Laminatrix
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"A heartbeat just for me and those who are with me". We are heroes.
It's 1994, little Lami is with Dad in Stuttgart's largest department store. He has to go through the perfume department and meineriner stands in front of the flacons. My dad was a cop - yes one of the variety "crime scene" and as it is in the crime novel, he likes to arrest people. So my dad leaves me in heaven and I stand there, eight, half able to read, in front of the display of Guerlain (Guär-lah-ihn) with orders to stay there and not go. The saleswoman catches sight of me, sits me down behind the counter and hands me a book by Bräuni-Bär, For those who don't know: Bräuni was the mascot of a traditional department store in Stuttgart, which was supposed to bind childish consumers. Gladly students stuck in the plush prison to improve the BAföG.
So I sat there and there it was, that smell. soft, beautiful and extremely powdery. The saleswoman sprayed something on a tempo for me. "It's called Samsara, you'll wear this scent when you grow up."
So, 26 years later. Whenever I go to the department store today, I think of my dad and I always get sore. The other day, when the man was testing L'Homme Ideal, and Vetivier, and L'Homme, I stood around and reached for Samsara - more to smell something different. And yes, I was in love. Warm, soft and so cozy and very special.
All the green fruitiness of the citrus notes of the top slowly gives way to this great balanced heart of iris root, jasmine, rose, violet and garden carnation - I barely smell narcissus. Slowly the base melts into the heart and the impossibly well balanced notes of iris, amber and musk come into play, making the scent soft and powdery. Tonka and vanilla give it warmth and sandalwood rounds things off beautifully.
Yes, Samsara is a gem. Rarely do I find myself so eager for the heart notes of a fragrance. I admit, I often have a hard time with classics - especially those from the early 90s. But this one is wonderfully timeless and yet I got the vibes of my childhood.
Now I'm grown up, own enough perfume, and Dad is no more. He never had any understanding for my passion and yet I have one thing from him: thanks to him it is there, this comforting pain when I walk through Stuttgart's big B.. And still I prefer to turn into the perfumery and not into the sweets tunnel(imagine: Massive amounts of sweets in a bordellesque lit passageway). Still I wonder how shop detectives could be shaken off and rich upper-class bling wives could unobtrusively switch shopping bags. And still this place is one for me: flaunted consumerism and childhood. Thanks old man.
It's 1994, little Lami is with Dad in Stuttgart's largest department store. He has to go through the perfume department and meineriner stands in front of the flacons. My dad was a cop - yes one of the variety "crime scene" and as it is in the crime novel, he likes to arrest people. So my dad leaves me in heaven and I stand there, eight, half able to read, in front of the display of Guerlain (Guär-lah-ihn) with orders to stay there and not go. The saleswoman catches sight of me, sits me down behind the counter and hands me a book by Bräuni-Bär, For those who don't know: Bräuni was the mascot of a traditional department store in Stuttgart, which was supposed to bind childish consumers. Gladly students stuck in the plush prison to improve the BAföG.
So I sat there and there it was, that smell. soft, beautiful and extremely powdery. The saleswoman sprayed something on a tempo for me. "It's called Samsara, you'll wear this scent when you grow up."
So, 26 years later. Whenever I go to the department store today, I think of my dad and I always get sore. The other day, when the man was testing L'Homme Ideal, and Vetivier, and L'Homme, I stood around and reached for Samsara - more to smell something different. And yes, I was in love. Warm, soft and so cozy and very special.
All the green fruitiness of the citrus notes of the top slowly gives way to this great balanced heart of iris root, jasmine, rose, violet and garden carnation - I barely smell narcissus. Slowly the base melts into the heart and the impossibly well balanced notes of iris, amber and musk come into play, making the scent soft and powdery. Tonka and vanilla give it warmth and sandalwood rounds things off beautifully.
Yes, Samsara is a gem. Rarely do I find myself so eager for the heart notes of a fragrance. I admit, I often have a hard time with classics - especially those from the early 90s. But this one is wonderfully timeless and yet I got the vibes of my childhood.
Now I'm grown up, own enough perfume, and Dad is no more. He never had any understanding for my passion and yet I have one thing from him: thanks to him it is there, this comforting pain when I walk through Stuttgart's big B.. And still I prefer to turn into the perfumery and not into the sweets tunnel(imagine: Massive amounts of sweets in a bordellesque lit passageway). Still I wonder how shop detectives could be shaken off and rich upper-class bling wives could unobtrusively switch shopping bags. And still this place is one for me: flaunted consumerism and childhood. Thanks old man.
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