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Penhaligon's - An obituary of headless vegetarian scents, sixth strike
For a while I dedicated myself as a hobby to the genealogy of our family. This sideline led me to the former Deutsch-Liebau in North Moravia, where my great-grandparents had a farm. Night Scented Stock of Penhaligon's reminds me of this visit. The old buildings right next to the village church, which are still standing - although in a somewhat desolate condition - bear witness to times gone by. The main house can be seen through the large gateway, a large two-storey stone house with a steep hipped roof, almost like a manor house. The best times are long gone, the plaster is crumbling, windows are broken, a chimney is broken. In the courtyard lie withered flowers, dark clouds drift across the sky, the sharp wind whistles around the corners.
About a hundred years ago, the viewer must have been presented with a completely different picture: A morning in March, the sun thaws the ground, which is still hard from the night frost, the ground steams, smoke rises from the chimney. The people are sitting inside in the warm room. Embroidered window hangers in the windows, a rosebush next to the heavy, dark wooden door. In an old photo album there are still pictures from that time - yellowed and slightly tarnished, with remains of dust. The scenes seem solemn, almost opulent. For the afternoon appointment with the photographer, the best Sunday clothes were taken out, the car (according to my grandmother the first in the village, an old car from before the war) was pushed into the background and the children were instructed.
Night Scented Stock transports just this solemn posing for the photo, the somewhat dusty and posed that is inherent in the resulting image, with an almost Christmas-spicy scent melange and with dimmed, yet opulent, sunny-warm flower powder. The creamy sandal turns the moving images of my imagination yellow, an undertone of patch and vetiver makes the edges darken.
The visit to Deutsch-Liebau was nice, but I could not really be helped when looking for information about my family. I did not pursue this hobby for long. But the old album from my grandmother, I still have it. And when I take a look at it again, I put on Night Scented Stock from Penhaligon's.
About a hundred years ago, the viewer must have been presented with a completely different picture: A morning in March, the sun thaws the ground, which is still hard from the night frost, the ground steams, smoke rises from the chimney. The people are sitting inside in the warm room. Embroidered window hangers in the windows, a rosebush next to the heavy, dark wooden door. In an old photo album there are still pictures from that time - yellowed and slightly tarnished, with remains of dust. The scenes seem solemn, almost opulent. For the afternoon appointment with the photographer, the best Sunday clothes were taken out, the car (according to my grandmother the first in the village, an old car from before the war) was pushed into the background and the children were instructed.
Night Scented Stock transports just this solemn posing for the photo, the somewhat dusty and posed that is inherent in the resulting image, with an almost Christmas-spicy scent melange and with dimmed, yet opulent, sunny-warm flower powder. The creamy sandal turns the moving images of my imagination yellow, an undertone of patch and vetiver makes the edges darken.
The visit to Deutsch-Liebau was nice, but I could not really be helped when looking for information about my family. I did not pursue this hobby for long. But the old album from my grandmother, I still have it. And when I take a look at it again, I put on Night Scented Stock from Penhaligon's.
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