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Serenissima
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Yesterday once more (The Carpenters)
When I was young
I'd listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long last friend
All the songs I loved so well
Every Sha-la-lala
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they_re startin' to sing's
So fine
When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more!
Who remembers as clearly as I do this song by the then so famous (now unfortunately almost forgotten) "Carpenters"?
I hear them still very much like; Karen's indescribable voice always gives me goosebumps!
The first contact with "Afghan" catapulted me back to that time.
A time when I was young; after almost two years just back in town.
Before that I was professionally on assembly in the GDR; we commuted regularly, only the weekends were spent at home.
Thus began at the end of the seventies a completely different era for me.
I got to know my apartment only once so properly and had to become also otherwise only again settled.
"Afghan" recalls the wide, colorfully printed cotton skirts that were sometimes such a pain to iron; white "Carmen blouses" that teasingly left both shoulders bare - or not.
The built-in elastic made it possible to reduce the neckline in the office and on public transport (who likes to be patched?).
This fragrance simply reminds of seemingly endless summers with danced through nights and somewhat heavy heads the other morning, too much alcohol, too many cigarettes!
And the little feet in the light kicks with the high heels hurt; danced through the soles were not; it felt but sometimes almost so!
I also meet like Yatagan first the aldehydes appearing here somewhat soapy; but this impression passes very quickly. Their inimitable glow sets itself immediately thereafter again clear and pure.
Flowers, I'm guessing garden carnations and many white flowering flowering creatures, certainly jasmine is there, appear as powerfully as we liked it at the time.
Woods, here not yet from the hardware store, but deposited from the woods: light beech seems to smell noble. I love fireplaces with beech wood; maybe that's why the sympathy here is so great.
Spices, like cloves - matching the floral accents, nutmeg and a bit of cinnamon caress my senses.
Earthy oakmoss and spicy, heavy incense also raise their heads: they play along in the round dance of this exciting, if for many today somewhat antiquated fragrance composition.
The "little animal" mentioned by Gerdi as a fragrance highlight, reminiscent of civet: animalic blazes now thereby a passion that has been quietly slumbering.
"Afghan" becomes "great cinema": enjoyed together in the dark of the car in the drive-in theater - was that nothing?
"Blockbuster" would be called that today and drive-in cinemas - do they still exist at all?
I've gotten too old and too comfortable to check it out anymore!
Anyway, "Afghan" offers me a head cinema, with which I had not actually expected.
I am surprised, but also thrilled!
The colorful past overtakes me, is also greeted joyfully after some hesitation: how could I forget that time?
The durability of the fragrances of this era was actually usually quite tremendous; they lived with us, did not even come to the idea to make after a few hours already from the dust.
They were faithful and accompanied through days and nights. In the morning, they sometimes smelled a little musty; but then we were also no longer so quite fresh!
"Afghan" was as a generous filling in the beautifully decorated birthday package: thank you, my dear!
I did not dare actually only so right to test, did not know what to expect me!
Now I know: "It's Yesterday once more!"
I'd listen to the radio
Waiting for my favorite songs
When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long last friend
All the songs I loved so well
Every Sha-la-lala
Every Wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they_re startin' to sing's
So fine
When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more!
Who remembers as clearly as I do this song by the then so famous (now unfortunately almost forgotten) "Carpenters"?
I hear them still very much like; Karen's indescribable voice always gives me goosebumps!
The first contact with "Afghan" catapulted me back to that time.
A time when I was young; after almost two years just back in town.
Before that I was professionally on assembly in the GDR; we commuted regularly, only the weekends were spent at home.
Thus began at the end of the seventies a completely different era for me.
I got to know my apartment only once so properly and had to become also otherwise only again settled.
"Afghan" recalls the wide, colorfully printed cotton skirts that were sometimes such a pain to iron; white "Carmen blouses" that teasingly left both shoulders bare - or not.
The built-in elastic made it possible to reduce the neckline in the office and on public transport (who likes to be patched?).
This fragrance simply reminds of seemingly endless summers with danced through nights and somewhat heavy heads the other morning, too much alcohol, too many cigarettes!
And the little feet in the light kicks with the high heels hurt; danced through the soles were not; it felt but sometimes almost so!
I also meet like Yatagan first the aldehydes appearing here somewhat soapy; but this impression passes very quickly. Their inimitable glow sets itself immediately thereafter again clear and pure.
Flowers, I'm guessing garden carnations and many white flowering flowering creatures, certainly jasmine is there, appear as powerfully as we liked it at the time.
Woods, here not yet from the hardware store, but deposited from the woods: light beech seems to smell noble. I love fireplaces with beech wood; maybe that's why the sympathy here is so great.
Spices, like cloves - matching the floral accents, nutmeg and a bit of cinnamon caress my senses.
Earthy oakmoss and spicy, heavy incense also raise their heads: they play along in the round dance of this exciting, if for many today somewhat antiquated fragrance composition.
The "little animal" mentioned by Gerdi as a fragrance highlight, reminiscent of civet: animalic blazes now thereby a passion that has been quietly slumbering.
"Afghan" becomes "great cinema": enjoyed together in the dark of the car in the drive-in theater - was that nothing?
"Blockbuster" would be called that today and drive-in cinemas - do they still exist at all?
I've gotten too old and too comfortable to check it out anymore!
Anyway, "Afghan" offers me a head cinema, with which I had not actually expected.
I am surprised, but also thrilled!
The colorful past overtakes me, is also greeted joyfully after some hesitation: how could I forget that time?
The durability of the fragrances of this era was actually usually quite tremendous; they lived with us, did not even come to the idea to make after a few hours already from the dust.
They were faithful and accompanied through days and nights. In the morning, they sometimes smelled a little musty; but then we were also no longer so quite fresh!
"Afghan" was as a generous filling in the beautifully decorated birthday package: thank you, my dear!
I did not dare actually only so right to test, did not know what to expect me!
Now I know: "It's Yesterday once more!"
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