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1999. In winter.
Looking for a Christmas present for Gabi ( see my commentary on what about adam ) I stumble into an esoteric-alternative-and-so-laden on Ehrenstraße in Cologne and get killed.
A wall of scent - coming from the incense rack - beats on me and beams Gabi to the spot and stops because she smelled just like this shop.
Here a giant flood of patchouli, there wooden and from over and over I smell things I have never smelled before.
With the first spray this perfume immediately reminded me of this shop and of the lady mentioned. The scent is warm and earthy, but not at all musty or gravelly. And just like in the shop there was something new to discover with every step, with every look, you discover something new with every spray
So I stumbled dazed out of the shop onto the cold, dark and wet street and thought of my girl. And I laughed. Because I had forgotten to get a present