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From university to mother-in-law - Or: Winter by Vivaldi
Admittedly, the title of the commentary might be a little perplexing at first, but more about this as the text progresses.
Let's take a step - ok, at my age maybe a few more steps - back to my time at university.
b] Munich in late autumn 2008 [/b]
I was a young student of linguistics and translation at a Munich university. Originally I was not from this city, but I declared Munich my new home after I had found a place to study in Hamburg and Germersheim, but no apartment. Well, bygones be bygones - Munich turned out to be a very good choice.
Munich was more of a village to me after Buenos Aires, but a very chic, luxurious, if somewhat decadent village. I had already settled in well in this "small town" and felt completely at home. After Fierce by Abercrombie & Fitch had left a lasting impression on my first semesters at university, but the fragrance was hardly available in Germany at that time and frequent shopping trips to New York as a student were simply financially not possible, an alternative had to be found in autumn 2008.
By a fateful coincidence I discovered the One Million Gold Bar in a perfumery at that time. I was just on my way to university when I was informed by SMS that the first lecture on that day was to be cancelled. So the way led me to the perfumery instead of the lecture hall. A fateful encounter was to await me.
Do you know that when you associate a scent with a song? That's what happened to me the first time I sniffed the golden bar: the scents just beat on me - like the winter of Vivaldi. The first few seconds very gently at first, and then with one blow a loud, supposed confusion. Confusion, because so many forces begin to take effect at once. Like Vivaldi's winter, when suddenly, with a single blow, many violins and cellos seem to take the main violin by surprise.
Admittedly, to this day I have not smelled or smelled anything of blood mandarin or any other specified ingredients.
What initially came over me was a force of smells, which, like in Vivaldi's Winter, merged into a confused but incredibly beautiful composition and created a concert of the senses.
Fruity, wicked, dirty leather. Something fresh. Something soothing. But so loud. Like a thousand violins playing at once.
I bought the 100 ml bottle and was very proud. Until then, hardly anyone knew this scent, there were so many compliments hailing from the university, the lecture hall, the library, my three student jobs, the gym, the subway, the club, the bar - in the street. The smell made me feel unique. I didn't want to tell anyone my secret. Nobody should know the name of this fragrance. It seemed to be my secret weapon.
The scent made me feel superior, almost stuck-up, decadent. It was a perfect match for Munich.
A classic jeans, a white shirt, the hair casually styled. And One Million always on my side. The compliments seemed to go on and on and just came from all sides, from everywhere. Everyone wanted to know the name of my fragrance - but that was my secret. No one was supposed to know. Nobody
b] Doha, Qatar in summer 2011 [/b]
I had left my student days behind me and took my first job - in Qatar. One Million was still my faithful, though not so frequent companion. The oriental oud had cast a spell over me, so I mainly used One Million when I had to travel for work, which was very, very frequent. The seemingly endless durability with this monstrous sillage simply convinced me excessively, especially on long journeys when I had spent 12 hours and up in the plane and still smelled as great after landing as when I had gone on board.
By this time, however, One Million had already become a fragrance for the masses. You could smell it everywhere. When I was asked about this scent, it was no longer connected with the question of which scent I was wearing, but rather with the statement "Ah, you're wearing One Million".
So my master plan not to tell anyone about the fragrance had been a wasted effort - the world had probably learned about the wonder weapon and made it its own.
This went so far that at some point I did not buy another bottle of the fragrance. One Million could be smelled around every corner. You walked into a bar - at least 10 guys smelled like you. You were in a club - you could smell the scent right outside the doors. Not to mention the compliments that were suddenly missing.
It's too bad, but the time we had together was wonderful.
b] Zurich in autumn 2019 [/b]
We had lunch with my in-laws. My partner and I had decided to pick up our parents-in-law at their home and then go to a restaurant together. As I greeted my mother-in-law I heard an extraordinarily good smell. She loves heavy scents, is a big fan of Amouage, loves Tom Ford - but God, what was that good scent?
I asked her about her perfume, she just grinned and said she didn't know. It drove me crazy. God, what was that perfume? I know that one, don't I?
When she ran in the direction of the apartment door and this splendid cloud of scent came behind her, I couldn't help but run after her. I praised her scent again and asked again what perfume she was wearing today. She said she really did not know, she had picked it up at random. Then, in the stairwell, the scales fell from my eyes and I shouted so loudly that my father-in-law flinched with fright: "One Million - You're wearing One Million" [/b] I exclaimed loudly and proudly that I had recognized the scent. "But wait... Eh? You wear men's scent?" She denied it vehemently. She? A man-scent? Never.
During the whole lunch I could not let go of her scent.
A few days later she contacted me via WhatsApp: "Do you want the scent? This is a man's scent, I'm sure I won't need it anymore!". Yeah, sure!
It seems to me that this one is a new scent. The notes are still so loud and uninhibitedly loud - but, oh God, also so grandiosely fine. Fruity volume, luxurious leather, seductive cinnamon that I now actually smell out, fresh mint, comfortable rose absolute and soothing ambergris. A fragrance for the senses.
Do so many still have it? Is he still THE compliment getter?
I don't know.
I only wear it for me.
Then, when no one's looking. Then I spray myself with One Million, wear it and enjoy the scent to the fullest. The comfort, the superiority and the sexyness that this fragrance radiates - I then enjoy all this. Then, when nobody is around. Because if there is one thing I want to avoid at all costs, it is to go out into the street and be addressed "Oh, you are wearing One Million!
So now I wear the scent just for me alone.
And then my partner comes home and calls through the whole apartment.
Are you wearing my mother's One Million again? [/b]
Let's take a step - ok, at my age maybe a few more steps - back to my time at university.
b] Munich in late autumn 2008 [/b]
I was a young student of linguistics and translation at a Munich university. Originally I was not from this city, but I declared Munich my new home after I had found a place to study in Hamburg and Germersheim, but no apartment. Well, bygones be bygones - Munich turned out to be a very good choice.
Munich was more of a village to me after Buenos Aires, but a very chic, luxurious, if somewhat decadent village. I had already settled in well in this "small town" and felt completely at home. After Fierce by Abercrombie & Fitch had left a lasting impression on my first semesters at university, but the fragrance was hardly available in Germany at that time and frequent shopping trips to New York as a student were simply financially not possible, an alternative had to be found in autumn 2008.
By a fateful coincidence I discovered the One Million Gold Bar in a perfumery at that time. I was just on my way to university when I was informed by SMS that the first lecture on that day was to be cancelled. So the way led me to the perfumery instead of the lecture hall. A fateful encounter was to await me.
Do you know that when you associate a scent with a song? That's what happened to me the first time I sniffed the golden bar: the scents just beat on me - like the winter of Vivaldi. The first few seconds very gently at first, and then with one blow a loud, supposed confusion. Confusion, because so many forces begin to take effect at once. Like Vivaldi's winter, when suddenly, with a single blow, many violins and cellos seem to take the main violin by surprise.
Admittedly, to this day I have not smelled or smelled anything of blood mandarin or any other specified ingredients.
What initially came over me was a force of smells, which, like in Vivaldi's Winter, merged into a confused but incredibly beautiful composition and created a concert of the senses.
Fruity, wicked, dirty leather. Something fresh. Something soothing. But so loud. Like a thousand violins playing at once.
I bought the 100 ml bottle and was very proud. Until then, hardly anyone knew this scent, there were so many compliments hailing from the university, the lecture hall, the library, my three student jobs, the gym, the subway, the club, the bar - in the street. The smell made me feel unique. I didn't want to tell anyone my secret. Nobody should know the name of this fragrance. It seemed to be my secret weapon.
The scent made me feel superior, almost stuck-up, decadent. It was a perfect match for Munich.
A classic jeans, a white shirt, the hair casually styled. And One Million always on my side. The compliments seemed to go on and on and just came from all sides, from everywhere. Everyone wanted to know the name of my fragrance - but that was my secret. No one was supposed to know. Nobody
b] Doha, Qatar in summer 2011 [/b]
I had left my student days behind me and took my first job - in Qatar. One Million was still my faithful, though not so frequent companion. The oriental oud had cast a spell over me, so I mainly used One Million when I had to travel for work, which was very, very frequent. The seemingly endless durability with this monstrous sillage simply convinced me excessively, especially on long journeys when I had spent 12 hours and up in the plane and still smelled as great after landing as when I had gone on board.
By this time, however, One Million had already become a fragrance for the masses. You could smell it everywhere. When I was asked about this scent, it was no longer connected with the question of which scent I was wearing, but rather with the statement "Ah, you're wearing One Million".
So my master plan not to tell anyone about the fragrance had been a wasted effort - the world had probably learned about the wonder weapon and made it its own.
This went so far that at some point I did not buy another bottle of the fragrance. One Million could be smelled around every corner. You walked into a bar - at least 10 guys smelled like you. You were in a club - you could smell the scent right outside the doors. Not to mention the compliments that were suddenly missing.
It's too bad, but the time we had together was wonderful.
b] Zurich in autumn 2019 [/b]
We had lunch with my in-laws. My partner and I had decided to pick up our parents-in-law at their home and then go to a restaurant together. As I greeted my mother-in-law I heard an extraordinarily good smell. She loves heavy scents, is a big fan of Amouage, loves Tom Ford - but God, what was that good scent?
I asked her about her perfume, she just grinned and said she didn't know. It drove me crazy. God, what was that perfume? I know that one, don't I?
When she ran in the direction of the apartment door and this splendid cloud of scent came behind her, I couldn't help but run after her. I praised her scent again and asked again what perfume she was wearing today. She said she really did not know, she had picked it up at random. Then, in the stairwell, the scales fell from my eyes and I shouted so loudly that my father-in-law flinched with fright: "One Million - You're wearing One Million" [/b] I exclaimed loudly and proudly that I had recognized the scent. "But wait... Eh? You wear men's scent?" She denied it vehemently. She? A man-scent? Never.
During the whole lunch I could not let go of her scent.
A few days later she contacted me via WhatsApp: "Do you want the scent? This is a man's scent, I'm sure I won't need it anymore!". Yeah, sure!
It seems to me that this one is a new scent. The notes are still so loud and uninhibitedly loud - but, oh God, also so grandiosely fine. Fruity volume, luxurious leather, seductive cinnamon that I now actually smell out, fresh mint, comfortable rose absolute and soothing ambergris. A fragrance for the senses.
Do so many still have it? Is he still THE compliment getter?
I don't know.
I only wear it for me.
Then, when no one's looking. Then I spray myself with One Million, wear it and enjoy the scent to the fullest. The comfort, the superiority and the sexyness that this fragrance radiates - I then enjoy all this. Then, when nobody is around. Because if there is one thing I want to avoid at all costs, it is to go out into the street and be addressed "Oh, you are wearing One Million!
So now I wear the scent just for me alone.
And then my partner comes home and calls through the whole apartment.
Are you wearing my mother's One Million again? [/b]
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