Whether I will really write a commentary every day until the end of this pandemic, I would like to doubt. But with my intention to entertain you at least halfway regularly, even if the muse doesn't kiss me that hot, it works quite well so far. And I haven't made any further vows. A classic vow is in the form of: "I will not cut my hair as long as..." Now would be a good time for it, where from tomorrow on the hairdressers nationwide have to close down
Anyway, that's me back in the game. The first fragrance I tested today, Un jardin après la mousson by Hermès, was only enough for one statement, I couldn't really get into it and Frau von Spee thought it was cute, although I don't know any relation or affinity to Schoorki's offspring, who, if I remember correctly, thinks every other fragrance is cute. The second thing I tried was Fille en Aiguilles, and I immediately thought: Perfectly pestilential scent, it keeps people on the bus at a distance. So it's not going to be a ten-point review now, that's what we're looking at.
Yesterday I let it be known that I find the current containment measures in this country a little bit lax and I think that the first concern of people at the moment is not exactly the careful balancing of competing fundamental rights positions by way of practical concordance and a clean, multi-stage examination of administrative law proportionality in the broader and narrower sense, nor the undisturbed purchase of woodchip wallpaper from Obi and Bauhaus (even if such a quarantine is a good opportunity for renovation), but rather survival. But this is only my personal opinion. What I think is good (also as a car owner) is that public transport has not been stopped. If you have to get from A to B because of shopping, a doctor or whatever, and you don't have a car because you are poor or ecologically exemplary, I think it's absolutely correct that you can still do that without having to pay for a taxi.
But it is all the more important to keep a proper distance and to pay the utmost attention to hygiene. What I would do, for example, with the guys who spat at a colleague of mine in the S-Bahn on Friday as a joke, cannot be quoted here. But one should also, and not only on the bus but also in the shop, simply shut up. We all have a wet pronunciation sometimes, and we tend to get on each other's nerves when we talk, and nobody really needs that right now. So maybe you should just imagine, especially if you don't wear a mouthguard, that you were a Trappist hermit or a Buddhist Zen monk during a one-year vow of silence, and for even one syllable of gushing around - bang - you'd go straight to hell as if you were on one of those great slides in a fun pool. And, of course, generally keep your distance, especially from the driver, this hero of everyday life. I guess, if one of four or five seats in the bus or subway is occupied, that could be about right.
This is where "Fille en Aiguilles" comes in. You are welcome to throw me to the lions for amusement in view of the misery of the world. I know what you mean. Serge Lutens, 8.3 points average. 376 owners. 179 times wish list. Ratings between 8.5 and 10 from all the perfume celebrities, including some I really appreciate. But I'm writing this commi, and I think it's a real runaway in the first two hours. To put a distance between me and this fragrance. What should I say, should I lie? The spruce needles seem somehow threatening, maybe even musty, the incense is angular and gloomy-smokey, so in the direction of cold ashes (from Karo or at best Roth-Händle without filter). In addition, there is sticky, crunchy resin, a pungent medicinal note and very discreet dried fruit, but of a superimposed, musty variety. The sample didn't tip over, but I have to say that I often (not always) can't stand vetiver and I rarely like laurel in food and fragrances. Whether it's up to me or Serge, it doesn't matter, but I'd rather say: "Yes fine, great, is what for any price at the fragrance fair, super creative, but who's going to wear it? Ok, later it becomes more conciliatory, it all settles down a bit into a rounder, smoother sweetness, you can't complain, but then I don't find it as special as in the beginning. Yeah, you can never please me either
I haven't tested that many of Serge Lutens' fragrances so far, but so far we haven't really warmed up with each other. In particularly unpleasant memory I have his "Fille de Berlin". Apparently the three of us, Serge, the girls and I, somehow don't fit together, there is always one too many. He probably is, because I actually like girls
To the name classification. "Fille en Aiguilles" gets a 9, because it's a very beautiful name. I like girls anyway, as I have already said several times. Then it's more melodic and even rhymes (fille - aiguilles, the "s" is silent). The name is because of the "needles" in the name unusual, almost unique. The name fits also contentwise to the dark forest, which the smell is supposed to represent somehow (conifers) and it even contains a funny play on words, which Serafina pointed out correctly: "aiguilles" (needles) are in French also high heels. So our needle girl is a girl on you and you with the high heels at the same time. There are almost too many covers, almost too headstrong, therefore not ten. But still very, very good. Only, just for the name alone I wouldn't spend the money now.
Addendum: A thorough review shows that at least I am not completely alone. Our witty loewenherz, who has now taken early retirement from perfumery, with his commentary, Jakobolino with his statement, and also Epikuros' commentary, which gives 9 points but then still writes a kind of snub, are pretty close to what I feel here. Nevertheless a nice test experience. Can't like everything.
Stay in a stable mood, help and orientation for your fellow human beings, and if possible also healthy!