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Serenissima
quietly dancing spice nebula
The other day I was strolling through the net again: something that is relatively rare.
And how surprising it was to read that the cedar wood oil I loved so much is not extracted from the tree of the same name. According to Wikipedia cedar wood should be fragranceless.
No, the oil of this name is extracted from Juniperus/Wacholder or Cypress!
But there is no doubt that cedar wood shavings have many advantages: the tubes filled with them lie between my mohair and cashmere sweaters (as protection against moths, which nobody really wants there) and are stuck in many of my shoes.
Even if I don't belong to the people with the affectionately so called "stinky feet", I swear by the deodorizing effect of these braided "sausages".
Whether juniper or cypress - my sympathy for this fragrance remains undiminished.
Also I still imagine silvery-grey shimmering silk moiré when I think of these big trees.
My feeling strictly refuses to accept the reading: the sense of smell says: "That's cedar!"
Serge Lutens has captured in "Cèdre" quietly dancing scent mists, which carry not only woody, but also warm spice notes within them Especially clove and cinnamon, these two, which are at home in most kitchens, lend this scented cape of seemingly filigree feathers special warmth: soft, soft and warm - that's "Cèdre" for me.
Even my usual fish blood has a very positive effect on this fragrance.
Tuberose, which is always a bit difficult for me, gets stuck in its aromatic beginnings: I can't get its fragrance warm even now in midsummer!
And it is precisely here that what often makes me sad is a great pleasure: this scent composition adapts to me! She's not trying to impose her intended nature on me.
Tuberose doesn't dominate, it doesn't dust. It leads an amazingly pleasantly withdrawn existence.
Thus it supports the warmth of the woody wort, but musk can spread pleasantly without its sturgeon fire.
(Both together are as tricky as vanilla and musk with me - also this combination can go to the back!)
A kind of flattering garment surrounds me finally, which gets many luminous facets through Amber!
Spicy scent mists dance around me, broken by golden points of light!
Serge Lutens "Cèdre" surrounds me for many hours; never intrusive, always pleasant and gentle.
In the course of time, the tuberose, which is certainly somewhat offended, retreats even more: it remains an extremely likeable scented garment made of silver-grey shimmering silk moiré!
Delicate and fine like a second skin! (These luckily but without wrinkles!)
This is how "Cèdre" will accompany me into autumn; this fragrance can still rest a bit But when it says, "Lord, it is time. The summer was very big", then not only Rainer Maria Rilke's "Herbsttag" is quoted again, but also Serge Luten's "Cèdre" is awakened.
Then it is certainly the right time to let these spicy scent mists dance
And how surprising it was to read that the cedar wood oil I loved so much is not extracted from the tree of the same name. According to Wikipedia cedar wood should be fragranceless.
No, the oil of this name is extracted from Juniperus/Wacholder or Cypress!
But there is no doubt that cedar wood shavings have many advantages: the tubes filled with them lie between my mohair and cashmere sweaters (as protection against moths, which nobody really wants there) and are stuck in many of my shoes.
Even if I don't belong to the people with the affectionately so called "stinky feet", I swear by the deodorizing effect of these braided "sausages".
Whether juniper or cypress - my sympathy for this fragrance remains undiminished.
Also I still imagine silvery-grey shimmering silk moiré when I think of these big trees.
My feeling strictly refuses to accept the reading: the sense of smell says: "That's cedar!"
Serge Lutens has captured in "Cèdre" quietly dancing scent mists, which carry not only woody, but also warm spice notes within them Especially clove and cinnamon, these two, which are at home in most kitchens, lend this scented cape of seemingly filigree feathers special warmth: soft, soft and warm - that's "Cèdre" for me.
Even my usual fish blood has a very positive effect on this fragrance.
Tuberose, which is always a bit difficult for me, gets stuck in its aromatic beginnings: I can't get its fragrance warm even now in midsummer!
And it is precisely here that what often makes me sad is a great pleasure: this scent composition adapts to me! She's not trying to impose her intended nature on me.
Tuberose doesn't dominate, it doesn't dust. It leads an amazingly pleasantly withdrawn existence.
Thus it supports the warmth of the woody wort, but musk can spread pleasantly without its sturgeon fire.
(Both together are as tricky as vanilla and musk with me - also this combination can go to the back!)
A kind of flattering garment surrounds me finally, which gets many luminous facets through Amber!
Spicy scent mists dance around me, broken by golden points of light!
Serge Lutens "Cèdre" surrounds me for many hours; never intrusive, always pleasant and gentle.
In the course of time, the tuberose, which is certainly somewhat offended, retreats even more: it remains an extremely likeable scented garment made of silver-grey shimmering silk moiré!
Delicate and fine like a second skin! (These luckily but without wrinkles!)
This is how "Cèdre" will accompany me into autumn; this fragrance can still rest a bit But when it says, "Lord, it is time. The summer was very big", then not only Rainer Maria Rilke's "Herbsttag" is quoted again, but also Serge Luten's "Cèdre" is awakened.
Then it is certainly the right time to let these spicy scent mists dance
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