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Homage to a totally underestimated fragrance.
There will be something missing in Germany's pedestrian zones when not only Galeria Kaufhof but also various Karstadt stores will soon be a thing of the past. I don't want to go into the situation of the employees - we can all imagine how they feel. I take hold of my own nose and realize that I have only very rarely walked through the double doors and the air curtain of the temples of consumption of former times. It was simply a matter of course to wait there for the rain shower to subside, to meet friends at a certain place so as not to stand in the cold in winter or to have a new battery tinkered into the watch in a hurry. But specifically, for example to buy clothes, then rather not. So I was rather drawn to a specialist shop where I knew that both my size and my style was listed or yes, ashes on my head, I did not want to stand helplessly in front of the mirror in poorly lit changing rooms because none of the 3 parts that I was allowed to take with me fit and I ordered again on the Internet.
But there was something that magically attracted me, at least while I was in it. And that was the perfume department. No, not because of Lancome, Jil Sander or Joop, but because of a rather hidden shelf, which actually consisted only of a bending zone, to bashfully offer some of the treasures nostalgic to my nose, which had a great past and today - often from the Far East - are only offered in special sizes for under 20 Euros. Cabochard, Je Reviens, now and then MCM or Blue Grass from Arden and Femme from Tristano Onofri.
I can still remember very well that even on the most demanding front in the perfumery department I offered the predecessor in its typical flacon to many a sympathetic customer. It was often ladies of my age who confidingly told me that they couldn't afford a channeled fragrance, but didn't want to smell like everyone else. They usually didn't know the term chypre, but I knew what I could score with, introduced them to one of my secret weapons and went for Tristano Onofri. That was the name of the fragrance back then. The current version unfortunately only got the common name "Femme" and hides the brand in a shameful way. For me a wrong decision, but at least the scent has not been changed
Femme starts brightly, but not with the typical flowery fresh top notes, which often make us wink at the inside. No, here it becomes delicately spicy at the beginning and leads us to a magical and unmistakable heart note. If friendliness smells, then certainly so. Basically, we don't encounter any exotics here, nothing that has been explicitly imported from the far corners of the world, quite common scents actually, which probably smell much more valuable when refined with labdanum, which then demand the appearance and the price tag. But that's not all, because as much care was put into the end and so we say goodbye after many hours - because the durability is astonishing - a beautiful base, which wouldn't need to hide even in much more expensive fragrances and behind luxurious names.
The fragrance has always been part of my collection and I have often and gladly sprayed a bit of magical atmosphere with it in my normal everyday life with a smile. It does not always have to be Guerlain.
In our city, Kaufhof is a thing of the past, but Karstadt may (still?) stay, and I have firmly resolved to stroll through it again in peace and quiet, and not just to visit the familiar and somewhat bashful corner with the special sizes of the fragrances. After all, it's up to us whether our inner cities will become even more boring in the future than they already are
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