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A question of style? / The end of the good patriarch
In 1991, a traditional company presented what was in its own eyes the best automobile in the world. A product of almost a decade of German engineering. The creators reckoned with everything, but certainly not with malice. Every little detail was meticulously examined for improvement possibilities and implemented without regard to anything other than technical feasibility. Everything should be perfect, reliable, comfortable. Maybe they were too busy with themselves and lost sight of what was happening in the world outside. The fact that Kohl and his friends could no longer travel to Sylt by car train was just a shortcoming. Too big, too much, too elitist. An automobile stronghold against the spirit of the times, a monstrosity of attention to detail and the loss of feeling for the big picture.
The ship pot and its marketing show similar trends. One wanted too much A fragrance whose perfection in detail is of an almost meticulous, technical nature. The classic cologne opening is enhanced with a juicy tangerine that takes the top off the lemon and adds neroli and bergamot and fullness. Eucalyptus and cardamom to deepen the cooling minty note of the geranium and take the dustiness and pungency out of the spice of nutmeg and allspice. Dark wood for more weight, silvery smoke for ethereal volume and tobacco for a warm antipole and some sweetness. Perfect in detail, from the outside probably just a too thick cologne. Olfactory interpretation of engineering art ?
The intention was to create a fragrance for the elite. And one expected everything, but certainly not gloating. Too aloof, too elitist, too deliberate, an olfactory stronghold against the spirit of the times, a spawn of megalomania The big star hasn't been around for over 20 years now, the trade press wrote at the time of the recruitment: "[He] was always better than his reputation. We already miss the fat one."
Whispering, the giant flies over the asphalt, so gently, so safely, so confidently, so confidently, as if it had decoupled itself from this world. Silly decadence? Today long since cult, albeit with a clear time lag to the contemporary, sympathetically imperfect equivalents from the south and from the island. Quirky, one would now say, with a smile on his mouth. He has arrived among the people.
The ship pot is now gone, too. Both were misunderstood, but both were of the best quality. Perhaps one day, looking back through rose-colored glasses, one will speak of him in a similar way. And respect his manner as a sympathetic quirk. As it is common practice with the equivalents from the south and from the island.
The ship pot and its marketing show similar trends. One wanted too much A fragrance whose perfection in detail is of an almost meticulous, technical nature. The classic cologne opening is enhanced with a juicy tangerine that takes the top off the lemon and adds neroli and bergamot and fullness. Eucalyptus and cardamom to deepen the cooling minty note of the geranium and take the dustiness and pungency out of the spice of nutmeg and allspice. Dark wood for more weight, silvery smoke for ethereal volume and tobacco for a warm antipole and some sweetness. Perfect in detail, from the outside probably just a too thick cologne. Olfactory interpretation of engineering art ?
The intention was to create a fragrance for the elite. And one expected everything, but certainly not gloating. Too aloof, too elitist, too deliberate, an olfactory stronghold against the spirit of the times, a spawn of megalomania The big star hasn't been around for over 20 years now, the trade press wrote at the time of the recruitment: "[He] was always better than his reputation. We already miss the fat one."
Whispering, the giant flies over the asphalt, so gently, so safely, so confidently, so confidently, as if it had decoupled itself from this world. Silly decadence? Today long since cult, albeit with a clear time lag to the contemporary, sympathetically imperfect equivalents from the south and from the island. Quirky, one would now say, with a smile on his mouth. He has arrived among the people.
The ship pot is now gone, too. Both were misunderstood, but both were of the best quality. Perhaps one day, looking back through rose-colored glasses, one will speak of him in a similar way. And respect his manner as a sympathetic quirk. As it is common practice with the equivalents from the south and from the island.
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