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Amo and a day in autumn
I get off the bus and walk a few meters. I'm already in what seems like another world. You can hear the cars on the road behind me, but somehow they are faded out by the sight of what lies ahead of me. They no longer exist, neither their colours and shapes nor their sounds. The more I immerse myself in this other world, the more I perceive the people crossing my path as shadowy. They are shadows in a world of pure glistening light. Fleeting and for me today completely insignificant, because my goal is not them, but autumn.
I'm on the hunt. Hunting for impressions. Impressions of autumn.
It's a beautiful, bright sunny day, almost kitschy picture book beautiful. The blue of the sky is indeed even bluer today. Or the colours of autumn make it shine even more. At least that is my impression. As if my walk here at the lake was shot in Technicolor, like the colorful movies like "Robin Hood, King of the Vagabonds", "Gone with the Wind" or "The Wizard of Oz" used to be. Each colour is strong, sits and imprints itself in the eye, heart and senses.
As a child I was always a little disappointed after such a film, because the world did not show itself to me exactly in this expected play of colours. The dream factory creates what our senses thirst for. A perfect world, beautiful people, touching stories and bright colors accompanied by epic sounds.
But my personal film starts right in front of me.
Already at the beginning of the path I am greeted by a tree in a bright rusty red. A little further on a tree trunk with green and multicoloured tendrils, leaves in yellow and red shades and squiggly wood, which, on closer inspection, stimulates the imagination and seems to reveal shapes or faces. As if in a trance, I float from thing to thing and press the shutter release.
The reeds swaying in the wind with their almost veiled, light-coloured panicles, the sunbathed flowers with resting insects or artistically "stretched out" spider webs, which in turn provide photogenic subjects with leaves that have got stuck. One impression chases the next.
Then suddenly I see her!
Proud. Big. Dressed in gold. So splendid it would bring a tear to one's eye. The giant birch tree stands right by the wayside.
She wants to be seen and is a much sought-after photo motif. Thousands of golden yellow leaves look like shimmering sequins and stand out in contrast to the strong blue of the sky above them. They wriggle slightly in the gentle breeze coming from the lake. Here and there a leaf comes loose and lets itself sink to the ground slowly, turning lively on the air. The golden grass around the trunk is already a sure sign. Autumn is far advanced and the days of such colourfulness are numbered.
After two hours, which I don't feel like hours but more like moments, I sit down at a table in a bistro at the lake to enjoy the warm sunrays and the soft wind in my face and to look at my captured impressions of autumn While I am waiting for my coffee, I only now notice that during my voyage of discovery, a scent has always been wafting around my nose. Sometimes it mixed with the scent of the leaves, woods and the lake, then again it caressed my nose alone. Now that I'm sitting there, I notice how incredibly beautiful the scent is and how it has blended into the fairy tale day, as if it belonged to the pictures. I spray a little bit on the back of my hand again.
Immediately a breathtakingly beautiful team of well recognizable Campari and currant comes towards me. Wonderfully sweet and at the same time juicy and "palatable", as if a scoop of redcurrant would swim in Campari. Jasmine-Sambac immediately makes the fragrance even rounder and gains depth, still together with the opening notes and incredibly beautiful. The tobacco-like and only minimally bitter nuance of Mate Absolue skilfully underlines all this and leads to an almost high making softness. Rhubarb may be present, but stays very much in the background, so I find the currant much more present.
Meanwhile my cup of coffee is served and mixes with the fragrance. That would also be a very tasty variation for an Amo-Flanker. An "Amo Cafè" "Amo Sogno" or "Amo Délice" maybe?
But then the original scent brings me back again, because a fine rich and dense vanilla note and a piece of wood perfectly round off the previously fruity sweet and intoxicating note.
After several hours of fragrance enjoyment and back home again, the base on an ambrox breath finally floats close to my skin, but still nice and perceptible. A small spray of Ferragamo Amo later on my pillow makes my day revue and me disappear into golden dreams.
Today was a perfect day for Ferragamo Amo. Sun, blue sky, pleasant temperatures, a light breeze and a walk. He feels comfortable and I feel comfortable with him. He is a happy person with sensual touches, who enjoys enjoying and infects me with it. One can cuddle, experiences warmth and is as softly bedded. That's why I would also wear it in spring and on warmer winter days. In summer, the Camparinote might easily stick to the nose hairs and olfactory receptors.
Hopelessly in love with him, as I am with him, I will wear him even on less picture-perfect days, because he will transform them for me and before my eyes into livable and beautiful. Shot in Technicolor.
And it will now be forever linked to this one autumn day in my olfactory memory.
PS: If you feel like it, some snapshots of my day at the lake I have put in my album.