If you get to know a person for whom you feel more than just friendship, but at the same time your own emotional world is not yet clear because of certain, not quite so positive character traits, you think about it, talk to your closest friends and ask yourself over and over again whether this really is the person you want to be with, with whom you want to share your deepest secrets and with whom you would share many other things.
Of course, nobody's perfect. In addition to positive aspects, there are also always negative ones. It's human nature. But even if not everyone is perfect, everyone has his or her not too great character traits, in the end you have to ask yourself the question - quite pragmatically - whether you can and want to live with exactly these bad sides that are so individual for each person, whether you can accept them or not. Does the positive outweigh the negative or even vice versa? How to decide?
"Grand Soir" is no big love now, but "only" a perfume - what a "heretical" statement in this forum ;). If I tried for the first time, shortly after I got the hotly awaited bottling, to live through that "big evening", which is already some months ago, I was scared away, scared away, and also a little traumatized and as one talks with his closest friends about love, I would like to talk with you perfumes now about "Grand Soir", because there is really a need for speech.
It was warm, not yet this midsummer as we had it a few weeks ago, but it was warm - I estimate about 20 degrees. "Grand Soir" immediately grabbed my arm during our first encounter, tried to enchant me with a sweetheart who only looked like a superimposed one, because deep down inside I felt something that made me sink into my chair in disgust. The sweetness somehow felt wrong and artificial, sprayed by someone who only uses it to manipulate, to suck in. It seemed as if my "Grand Soir" with all its sweetness wanted to hide its corners and edges, its negative sides or its weaknesses in order to win my sympathy at any price. It all seemed so staged and obvious to me. Very well I registered his existing artificiality, which could not be hidden despite all the sweetness. And then it should get worse. "Grand Soir" became intrusive, loud and personally unpleasant to me. I left the place, he followed me. I got on the subway, he followed me. Then I finally got to my front door ... well. He just didn't understand that I didn't want anything to do with him, that our first date would probably be the last one.
As you can imagine with certainty, it wasn't just the so-called first and last date. I was kind of curious and needed a few weeks to recover from all this. The days got colder and I decided to try it again.
Our second date went a little better. He was still a bit pushy, but he let the great acting be. He kept trying to woo me with all that sweetness, but I didn't find it so bad anymore. The negative sides were not tried to hide and that was exactly what made the previously existing antipathy fly away a little. But was I sure now? Can I imagine a future together? I don't know yet.
A third encounter should follow. The nights became really cool now, partly the five degree mark was undercut and one longs for more warmth and security, differently than in the still warm spring or even summer. The days become shorter, more uncomfortable and darker, which somehow also has an effect on us humans. It simply needs a warmer of the heart, one who brings a little light into the dark time of the year. "Grand Soir", which I now met a third time, since I finally asked for certainty, was just right. Somehow I liked its sweetness, even its obtrusiveness, as soon as vanilla and tonka bean unfolded their magic, the benzoic resin after some time produced a slightly smoky note and the amber rounded the whole thing off with a discreet creaminess. "Grand Soir" knew about my need for affection and warmth, stayed with me for a long time, attracted strange glances with his character, but without it disturbing me greatly.
This third evening was really big, great, special and actually I am smarter and safer now than before.
I like "Grand Soir", can imagine spending time with him, but not always. "Grand Soir" has a special character that is meant for special situations - a character that is sometimes perfect, sometimes out of place. But if there's one thing I can be absolutely sure of, it's its reliability, because as soon as it's there, it's there and then it's right, without any compromise. I've learned to understand and like its corners and edges. The positive now prevails and the negative is no longer so negative. The latter is simply one of them and so - after three attempts - I can imagine spending a little time with "Grand Soir", but not minute by minute, not hour by hour, not day by day, not month by month