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She was sitting in the hotel room waiting for it to finally be ten o'clock. The company had ordered her a chauffeur for the week to take her to the congress and pick her up. The place where the congress should take place the week was a few kilometres outside the city. The driving time was one and a half hours per route. It was just before ten. She went to the elevator to get to the lobby and from there to the parking lot. There was a black limousine and the chauffeur. He was tall and handsome. He wore a black elegant suit and a shiny white shirt with a black tie. His black shoes shone just as brightly as the peak of his chauffeur's cap in the sun. He greeted her with a charming half laugh and a friendly nod. All he said was, "My name is Yves... Madame!.. and opened the back door of the limousine. She got in, but something displeased her. But what???
They've been driving for a while now when she wanted to know how much longer they'd take. She knocked against the black cut-off wheel. She was slowing down. And then she realized what had bothered her at first. It was his eau de toilette or his aftershave! It was very present and strong and appeared very pungent and very spicy. Almost herbaceous and a little too bitter-youthful. It was coriander, tarragon and various Mediterranean herbs with a very present geranium note. Everything seemed very manly and fresh green. It didn't really fit together somehow, it seemed. But it kind of harmonized. It harmonized above all things about him. He was the guy who could wear something like that. Very neat, clean, youthful and somehow freshly shaved. A man...through and through!
The first session at the Congress lasted a beaten eight hours. She was exhausted and just wanted to go to the hotel and take a bath and relax. Yves stood by the car and waited for her. He opened the car door and she boarded. The car radio played jazz music. But not the fast and nervous variant. No, it was that soft, warm, very soulful jazz. He started the limousine and asked: Should I turn off the music or raise the cutting disc,...Madame? She just answers, "No, no... leave everything as it is! But everything was not as it is! Yves smelled different somehow. Although still somehow herby-fresh and it was still his eau de toilette, but it had become much, much deeper and warmer around him. It seemed as if he had aged by several years in the past time. But in a positive sense. A smoky-herb mineral oak moss filled the car and a delicate tobacco scent lay in the air and mixed with the smell of the leather. Or was it in his perfume, too? A spicy-warm and very masculine aura now emanated from him. At that moment she felt incredibly well taken care of in the car and in his presence. The casualness and sovereignty that Yves radiated from this moment was very impressive and protective. She had been very wrong about his scent!
Arriving at the hotel, he parked the limousine on the hotel parking lot and got out. He opened the back door of the car and helped her out of the car with the words: Tomorrow at ten o'clock? This time he smiled at her as he spoke to her. He had a very youthful and extremely smart smile. She thought very charmingly and replied, "Ten o'clock, Yves Thank you very much She once again absorbed his scent unnoticed and walked towards the hotel entrance. After twenty meters she turned around again to him and the car.
Yves was standing by the trunk. He just opened it. He took off his jacket and gloves and put it neatly in the trunk. Then he took off his chauffeur's cap and put it on as well. With both hands he pulled up his black wavy hair and stroked it backwards. Then he loosened the knot of his tie and let both ends of the tie dangle loosely around his neck and on his chest. He opened the top two buttons of his white shirt and rolled up his sleeves. All etiquette and uniform was gone all at once from now on. He had changed. An indescribable freedom now emanated from him. He seemed very happy, light and unconcerned. Like a very happy big boy, man???? Once again he reached into the trunk and pulled out a suitcase. It was an instrument case. By form, it's a saxophone. He took the suitcase in both arms and turned once dancing around himself before closing and locking the trunk. He ran to a small group of men who waved at him and seemed to be waiting for him. They also had all the instrument cases with them. Musician! He ran towards her laughing. He seemed so infinitely sprightly!
And she,...she was, from that moment on, too!
To this day I know of no fragrance that has managed to combine youth and maturity as skilfully as jazz by Yves Saint Laurent. All the facets of a man in just one fragrance. Sparkling, rough, smart, uncouth and somewhat uninhibited, it gradually changes into casual elegance,
Maturity, sovereignty, male warmth and irrepressible casualness. What Yves Saint Laurent has created is a glittering prism of masculinity. Brightly cool and yet so infinitely deep-warm. A rough shell and a soft core. Not a simple perfume. Jazz is a challenge for every man. But that's the way men are. Not always easy and easy to see through. And we gladly accept challenges! Or?
Fashion fades, style is eternal!
- Yves Saint Laurent -