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06/06/2021
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Memories
Memory
Your lamplight is burning holes
Recover the damage
Bring it all home
Follow the bliss
Just like a summer song
Please stay there forever I'll try to remember Come home
Volbeat - For Evigt (2016)
She was 16 and wanted to be one of those girls who seemed a bit more grown up. She looked so many things from the others. And one of them, C., who was one of the nicer ones for her, asked her one day what perfume she wore. She too wanted to wear a fragrance now and then. So she asked her parents for the same fragrance for her birthday that C. had told her.
She didn't care that this fragrance wasn't actually the most appropriate for a sixteen year old. When she went out on weekends, she would carefully dab herself behind the ears with her scent, which made her feel so grown up. Noble spices, a rose geranium and a clove, fine woods, and a dreamy elegant vanilla surrounded her. Yes, this is what grown-up feels like. The scent was heavy and sensual and lingered on her skin for many hours. The longer she wore it, the more present the vanilla became. In her memory, there was also a rose. Or was that rose geranium after all? She doesn't remember tobacco scent in detail. If tobacco, then definitely fresh tobacco. It was not lit.
The memory of her very first perfume comes immediately after sniffing Blue Vanilla by Henry Jacques. Admittedly, hers was nowhere near as noble and also not as expensive, but this vanilla and also the spices that greet here are good acquaintances. She didn't own the little bottle for dabbing for long. So 100 percent her case was not the fragrance in the end, which is why he had to give way to others soon, but the memory of it is all the more beautiful today.
If it were not a Henry Jacques with an extraordinary price, this fine memory might even enrich the collection.
Thank you dear Gandix for this wonderful trip.
Your lamplight is burning holes
Recover the damage
Bring it all home
Follow the bliss
Just like a summer song
Please stay there forever I'll try to remember Come home
Volbeat - For Evigt (2016)
She was 16 and wanted to be one of those girls who seemed a bit more grown up. She looked so many things from the others. And one of them, C., who was one of the nicer ones for her, asked her one day what perfume she wore. She too wanted to wear a fragrance now and then. So she asked her parents for the same fragrance for her birthday that C. had told her.
She didn't care that this fragrance wasn't actually the most appropriate for a sixteen year old. When she went out on weekends, she would carefully dab herself behind the ears with her scent, which made her feel so grown up. Noble spices, a rose geranium and a clove, fine woods, and a dreamy elegant vanilla surrounded her. Yes, this is what grown-up feels like. The scent was heavy and sensual and lingered on her skin for many hours. The longer she wore it, the more present the vanilla became. In her memory, there was also a rose. Or was that rose geranium after all? She doesn't remember tobacco scent in detail. If tobacco, then definitely fresh tobacco. It was not lit.
The memory of her very first perfume comes immediately after sniffing Blue Vanilla by Henry Jacques. Admittedly, hers was nowhere near as noble and also not as expensive, but this vanilla and also the spices that greet here are good acquaintances. She didn't own the little bottle for dabbing for long. So 100 percent her case was not the fragrance in the end, which is why he had to give way to others soon, but the memory of it is all the more beautiful today.
If it were not a Henry Jacques with an extraordinary price, this fine memory might even enrich the collection.
Thank you dear Gandix for this wonderful trip.
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