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About superstition, projections, and a secret promise
The obvious first: perfumes are things. I would never call them lifeless or soulless, but they are things - objects and objects that draw some of their qualities only from what we who have them had, desire or ostracize, project into them. Like we do with things. With the cameo we once inherited from our grandmother. With the worn leather jacket that he left with us. Things.
The one perfume commentary as a comment legitimizing next: King Ludwig is a good perfume. Nostalgic, but timeless and ageless. With connoisseurship and classically orchestrated, but not bland. Lively green its hesperidic prelude - more citrus than green, but too green to be called only citrus. Flowery and fresh, but lily of the valley despite clearly masculine meant. Finally very close and warm. I'd give him 7.5.
The most important thing at last - what makes this rare and hardly known fragrance worth commenting on and special for me. One of the cities in which I have often wondered whether I would not like to work and live there - at least for a few years - is Munich. And at the beginning of last year I actually had an offer that would have brought me to Munich. In the aftermath of one of the conversations I had at the time, I went to the Brückner perfumery, which has a shop in a side wing of the New Town Hall on Marienplatz, and tried out Brückner's own-brand perfumes there. I liked this one best in its classic light-footed style, it's only here - and the crazy king is still on the bottle. And then I thought, if this works, if you do this, you buy this. To celebrate the moment. To Munich. It was almost like a little vow. A perfume as a pledge for an important decision, a little promise to myself. Superstition. Projection. He gets an extra 1.0 for it. I don't think I'd buy a 7.5 perfume. An 8.5 already.
Conclusion: the offer came. I canceled it. And I didn't buy Brückner's King Ludwig. I would not have been happy in this job (and thus in Munich) - despite Theatinerkirche, Flaucher and Monopteros. I know that now, but I knew that then too. And yesterday I finally bought King Ludwig, or rather I bought him anyway. As my winking little promise to Munich. After all, you never know what's going to happen...
The one perfume commentary as a comment legitimizing next: King Ludwig is a good perfume. Nostalgic, but timeless and ageless. With connoisseurship and classically orchestrated, but not bland. Lively green its hesperidic prelude - more citrus than green, but too green to be called only citrus. Flowery and fresh, but lily of the valley despite clearly masculine meant. Finally very close and warm. I'd give him 7.5.
The most important thing at last - what makes this rare and hardly known fragrance worth commenting on and special for me. One of the cities in which I have often wondered whether I would not like to work and live there - at least for a few years - is Munich. And at the beginning of last year I actually had an offer that would have brought me to Munich. In the aftermath of one of the conversations I had at the time, I went to the Brückner perfumery, which has a shop in a side wing of the New Town Hall on Marienplatz, and tried out Brückner's own-brand perfumes there. I liked this one best in its classic light-footed style, it's only here - and the crazy king is still on the bottle. And then I thought, if this works, if you do this, you buy this. To celebrate the moment. To Munich. It was almost like a little vow. A perfume as a pledge for an important decision, a little promise to myself. Superstition. Projection. He gets an extra 1.0 for it. I don't think I'd buy a 7.5 perfume. An 8.5 already.
Conclusion: the offer came. I canceled it. And I didn't buy Brückner's King Ludwig. I would not have been happy in this job (and thus in Munich) - despite Theatinerkirche, Flaucher and Monopteros. I know that now, but I knew that then too. And yesterday I finally bought King Ludwig, or rather I bought him anyway. As my winking little promise to Munich. After all, you never know what's going to happen...
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