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A mirror and its reflection
Finest needlesticks in my nose indicate the spices. Somewhat harsh and masculine in impact but nevertheless or just because of that(?) very fine and noble. Almost ethereally oily, the first Dunste tickle my nose and arouse my curiosity. Minutes later I have the impression that these spices are whitewashed into a fine honey or that the honey is poured over them. At once, the tangy masculine note withdraws from the beginning, but never completely disappears. A few blows of the lashes later, the notes of jasmine and orange are clearly perceptible and very much in tune with the previous components. Leather and amber wrap everything in soft, sensual and almost cuddly dresses. So if you like to be patient, put the notes in the air around you and let them vibrate in it, then the tester will be able to enjoy a truly royal fragrance!
I look through the mirror - le Miroir - and it's framed in gold. The surface is flawless, not fogged up, no cracks in the glass, simply smooth and perfect. But the mirror does not show my face, even who stands behind me, it does not show. When I touch its surface, it begins to swim. From the point of contact, water circles draw their orbits to the frame, seeming to fade away in it. This mirror seems strange and false, but nevertheless I feel the urge to put my face on it as well as my hand. A few more fingers through the waves just to be sure. No harm done. Carefully I put my head on the surface and... I'm through. I'm behind the mirror with my face. Blinded by glistening light, I can't see a thing at all. But with time, the pain in my eyes fades and I can see. I see a dream landscape whitewashed in golden veil of light, the edges seem blurred, the colours in the centre are stronger and then there is this incredible scent! Warm, bright, sensual, mature and noble. Waterfalls of clear sun-coloured honey, rather flowing like balm, rocks and stones formed from resin, yellow flowers rain ceaselessly from the golden yellow sky and orange silk veils hang from ornate trees. Bird chirping accompanies the kitschy scenery, hummingbirds scurry like tiny elves, time-lapse and flapping their wings through the flowing breath that breathes a piece of paradise into the whole. Far back in the middle of this living portrait there is a semicircular high gate. Its wings are filigree and reflect the dreamlike light with a golden shine. Tempting and enticing, the gate opens gently, as if inviting me to walk through it. I push my head further through the mirror and also my shoulders, there I feel a shaking. I'm fighting back. I want to go through that gate. I have to! That shaking again, more energetic this time. I see a shadow behind me. When I look before me again, the landscape blurs, the colours fade bit by bit. As if one were exposing a street drawing to pouring rain, the dream image of before dissolves into a single mixed mass. Disappointed, I withdraw from the mirror until I see it smooth and shiny in front of me again. Something's tugging at me again. This time connected with a reproachful voice: "Tell me, what's the matter with you?! You've never looked at yourself in the mirror with such self-love,' my good friend rules me.
Oh yes, we just wanted to get ready for our girls' evening and I had just sprayed myself with Miroir des Majestés. What happened afterwards, we probably perceived totally differently...
Am I in love with myself? - No - !
In love? - Yes- !
In Miroir des Majestés by Thierry Mugler!