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Le 14 juillet 2020
The timing couldn't be better to comment on the scent of the enchanting Joséphine de Beauharnais.
Scorching heat in the month Thermidor. Above the magnificent gardens in front of Malmaison Castle lay the gently yellowing patina of the beginning drought. Drinking water was slowly becoming scarce. The dispatch was delivered by a dust-covered messenger. He was on the road for three days and three nights, although he frequently changed horses.
With trembling hands Joséphine opens the letter, it was short as always:
Ma chère Joséphine,
nous serons enfin réunis. Ne te lave pas, j'arrive!
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Joséphine smiled and looked with reddened cheeks into the Venetian wall mirror in her boudoir. A lock of hair had come loose, she used to pin her hair up in Greek style. The pale pink dress with empire waist fell in loose folds as usual. Unfortunately, the last union with her lover had not borne fruit, she sighed with grief. What if he left her now? But no, she still had her secret weapon: the fragrance composed especially for Her Majesty by Rance. Light pink peony, framed by delicate lilac, she could not make out the other flowers, all in all a successful composition of the most beautiful flowers and fruits of the gardens of Malmaison. The hawthorn contributed a gentle bitterness and prevented the fragrance from drifting into sweetness (and would certainly do her dear husband's stressed heart good), ebony, sandalwood and spices from overseas skilfully rounded off the fragrance. Joséphine slightly ruffled her forehead, she just had to succeed in reconnecting him to herself.
Well, that could have been an anecdote from Joséphine's life. I don't know if she wore the scent and I don't think it's relevant. The scent is floral-romantic, but at no time sweet, with a good shelf life and tidy sillage. At least so that a complete stranger ran after me and wanted to know the name of my perfume :).
Fortunately, beautiful scents are no longer reserved for crowned heads
Vive la République!
Vive la France!
Scorching heat in the month Thermidor. Above the magnificent gardens in front of Malmaison Castle lay the gently yellowing patina of the beginning drought. Drinking water was slowly becoming scarce. The dispatch was delivered by a dust-covered messenger. He was on the road for three days and three nights, although he frequently changed horses.
With trembling hands Joséphine opens the letter, it was short as always:
Ma chère Joséphine,
nous serons enfin réunis. Ne te lave pas, j'arrive!
NB
Joséphine smiled and looked with reddened cheeks into the Venetian wall mirror in her boudoir. A lock of hair had come loose, she used to pin her hair up in Greek style. The pale pink dress with empire waist fell in loose folds as usual. Unfortunately, the last union with her lover had not borne fruit, she sighed with grief. What if he left her now? But no, she still had her secret weapon: the fragrance composed especially for Her Majesty by Rance. Light pink peony, framed by delicate lilac, she could not make out the other flowers, all in all a successful composition of the most beautiful flowers and fruits of the gardens of Malmaison. The hawthorn contributed a gentle bitterness and prevented the fragrance from drifting into sweetness (and would certainly do her dear husband's stressed heart good), ebony, sandalwood and spices from overseas skilfully rounded off the fragrance. Joséphine slightly ruffled her forehead, she just had to succeed in reconnecting him to herself.
Well, that could have been an anecdote from Joséphine's life. I don't know if she wore the scent and I don't think it's relevant. The scent is floral-romantic, but at no time sweet, with a good shelf life and tidy sillage. At least so that a complete stranger ran after me and wanted to know the name of my perfume :).
Fortunately, beautiful scents are no longer reserved for crowned heads
Vive la République!
Vive la France!
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