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Between Black Forest Clinic, Live Aid, Barbershop and the first cigarette ..
or why the eighties were unique. The eighties were an extremely exciting and eventful decade for us Germans. One felt one lived between the Black Forest Clinic, Saturday evening show, forest dieback, peace demonstration, the fall of the Berlin Wall and the whole thing garnished with German bourgeoisie. For many, however, the eighties were also a decade of new beginnings and the start of their own lives. I like the eighties above all for their attitude to life, the scents and not least the beautiful cars. Fashionably, the eighties were a catastrophe, all the more interesting that many of my favorite fragrances came onto the market in this decade, including Open by Roger & Gallet.
If you want to create a link between Open and the feeling of the eighties, you can feel this at a very early stage. Because when Open flirts with the image of a "sports fragrance", the start is anything but sporty-fresh and reserved. Vulgarly speaking, Open is pretty brutal to you, with a canonade of aldehydes and soap garnished with citrus notes, so much in your face that I wasn't sure if I could stand it at first. Dear goodness, what is this for a prelude, there is hardly an attribute here that can describe my feeling. I smell such a load of aldehyde-impregnated soap with pungent citrus notes, Ata Reiniger is shit against it. There are no more words or phrases like "boy you get hair on your chest" to help. The prelude is disgusting.
In short, I was bitterly disappointed and determined to go to the shower as quickly as possible to get this disgusting brew off my skin. But chance had it that I was still busy for a short time and had to find out that I had judged again prematurely. Because already after about ten minutes the disgust had given way to astonishment, the brute soap aldehyde citrus canonade had almost disappeared and I gradually smelled this wonderfully dark tobacco. Clearly black cabbage, no fine Virginia, no Oriental tobacco, but deep dark cabbage brand Schwarzer Krauser. You have to like it, but freshly opened it smells wonderful to me. Also the strong citrus notes, which do not spread any bergamot aroma, became much more pleasant and accompanied the tobacco in a fresh and pleasant way. After about half an hour, the woody-warm aroma of fresh tobacco fine cut remains on the skin for a felt eternity, refreshed with a light citrus note and minimal soap.
Maybe it's a feeling of unrestrained nostalgia but I like the fragrance very much now and am ready to look into its cheeky and impetuous appearance at the beginning. Maybe I can see myself turning my first cigarette in Adidas Allround Sneakers with white sports socks, carrot jeans and a training jacket. In short, the Open can stay and will now be played more often in autumn, even if I don't want to walk around in the clothes of that time, I have the feeling that we just wore the "hornier" scents compared to today. Live rock, so to speak, instead of uniform retort music.