01/20/2021

Ponticus
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Ponticus
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The fashion czar and disco king is still holding court! Who would have thought it?
1990, Lagerfeld Classic had been on the market for a dozen years by now, had rolled over the Federal Republic of Germany like a scent roller in the 1980s and had captivated many a fine suit wearer in the process. But above all, Lagerfeld Classic had conquered the disco and party floors of the halls saturated with Michael Jackson, Blondie, Nena and Falco music and smelled strong, spicy-oriental from every pore of the mullet wearers in carrot jeans and neon jackets.
At some point, when the province was also conquered and even chest hair toupee, gold chain and socket tan wearing fringe groups had made their experiences, it was too much of a good smell. One of the best perfumes, Lagerfeld Classic, had simply over!
And now? Where to go with all the striking flacons? Of course, in the East! There ran until then the disco and dance evenings at least as enthusiastically as in the "old" Germany. Sure, more alcohol was flowing, but in terms of scent, the majority of people in the former East Germany didn't have much in their quiver apart from soap, green apple shampoo and deodorant. Since the new fragrant land of milk and honey came just right.
To such a bottle Lagerfeld Classic also got the protagonist of our little story in the early 90s. If he had known at that time who Karl Lagerfeld was, a, in his eyes, overcandid fashionista with his stupid fan, a busybody before the Lord and an epitome of arrogant arrogance - he would never have tried Lagerfeld Classic and his life would possibly have been different! Sometimes it was probably quite good that one did not notice everything behind the "iron curtain".
The fragrance was a revelation. The beginning with fresh greens and tart-sweet citrus strongly embeds the quickly emerging woody tobacco notes, which point the way for the long profound, dry-pudgy way into a sweet-marked and very masculine orientalism. This gradually changes, always with a woody underlay, from spicy-warm to vanilla-warm with a beguilingly attractive cuddly tone. An unmistakable, a unique fragrance! Until today!
So detailed, he could not at that time certainly tease apart, but of course he smelled wood, tobacco and vanilla, also herbaceous with fresh spice. However, really important for him was, Lagerfeld Classic smelled of freedom, the big wide world, elegance, wealth, independence, just everything he missed so long. And it didn't stop with the years! While elsewhere disillusionment set in, he wore his scent with his head held high and abundant always and everywhere for many, many years. By now he also knew who Karl Lagerfeld was and what he represented. He still didn't like the person, but liked his scent all the more and was happy and affirmed when he met people who smelled just like him. No thought of mainstream and the like.
Today he also uses other perfumes with different characters and individualities. "One has finally evolved" and also makes thoughts about a perfume and where, how, why and what has to be. None, however, will ever top Karl's classy Lagerfeld. And it's not the fragrance or Karl! It is the wonderful memories and extraordinary experiences of the years, which already bring out emotions in him, if he only gets a glimpse of the typical bottle.
So surely everyone has a fragrance, a thing or a thing in which so much of one's life is contained. And I am very sure that in the end he is very glad not to have known it once!
Thank you very much for letting me entrust this little story to your attention!
At some point, when the province was also conquered and even chest hair toupee, gold chain and socket tan wearing fringe groups had made their experiences, it was too much of a good smell. One of the best perfumes, Lagerfeld Classic, had simply over!
And now? Where to go with all the striking flacons? Of course, in the East! There ran until then the disco and dance evenings at least as enthusiastically as in the "old" Germany. Sure, more alcohol was flowing, but in terms of scent, the majority of people in the former East Germany didn't have much in their quiver apart from soap, green apple shampoo and deodorant. Since the new fragrant land of milk and honey came just right.
To such a bottle Lagerfeld Classic also got the protagonist of our little story in the early 90s. If he had known at that time who Karl Lagerfeld was, a, in his eyes, overcandid fashionista with his stupid fan, a busybody before the Lord and an epitome of arrogant arrogance - he would never have tried Lagerfeld Classic and his life would possibly have been different! Sometimes it was probably quite good that one did not notice everything behind the "iron curtain".
The fragrance was a revelation. The beginning with fresh greens and tart-sweet citrus strongly embeds the quickly emerging woody tobacco notes, which point the way for the long profound, dry-pudgy way into a sweet-marked and very masculine orientalism. This gradually changes, always with a woody underlay, from spicy-warm to vanilla-warm with a beguilingly attractive cuddly tone. An unmistakable, a unique fragrance! Until today!
So detailed, he could not at that time certainly tease apart, but of course he smelled wood, tobacco and vanilla, also herbaceous with fresh spice. However, really important for him was, Lagerfeld Classic smelled of freedom, the big wide world, elegance, wealth, independence, just everything he missed so long. And it didn't stop with the years! While elsewhere disillusionment set in, he wore his scent with his head held high and abundant always and everywhere for many, many years. By now he also knew who Karl Lagerfeld was and what he represented. He still didn't like the person, but liked his scent all the more and was happy and affirmed when he met people who smelled just like him. No thought of mainstream and the like.
Today he also uses other perfumes with different characters and individualities. "One has finally evolved" and also makes thoughts about a perfume and where, how, why and what has to be. None, however, will ever top Karl's classy Lagerfeld. And it's not the fragrance or Karl! It is the wonderful memories and extraordinary experiences of the years, which already bring out emotions in him, if he only gets a glimpse of the typical bottle.
So surely everyone has a fragrance, a thing or a thing in which so much of one's life is contained. And I am very sure that in the end he is very glad not to have known it once!
Thank you very much for letting me entrust this little story to your attention!
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