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Contrary to the opinion that Sauce Bearnaise comes from Bern - no it comes from Bearn, a region in France. I learned the classic French cuisine. My teacher also always had the Escoffier at hand. That's the Guide Culinaire, standard literature for cooks - everything you need to know about cooking is in there. August Escoffier wrote this masterpiece - as a little boy he always watched the pot at grandma's, then learned to be a cook, enlisted as a soldier ..........and at some point he was the head chef at the Ritz Carlton. Ho Chi Minh is even said to have been a kitchen assistant under his direction.

Sauce Bearnaise, quite simply formulated, is Hollandaise sauce with tarragon, is gladly given to meat and fish. For me personally, it goes particularly well with lukewarm roast beef or even chateaubriand. You boil a reduction, let it cool and whisk it with egg yolks over a bain-marie, adding the liquid butter just before finishing. Finally then the tarragon cut into fine strips - ready.

I love tarragon in food, the feeling when you pull the leaves from the stem and your fingers smell it. But I also love it in perfume. LP starts right away with this great note, in combination with the harsh rose geranium and citric a challenge for the nose. I also perceive a slight metallic note, but it disappears as it progresses. In the heart, I smell rose, carnation and jasmine. Cinnamon I perceive less, the vanilla a tad more. The cedar gives the fragrance even in the base still this slight anise note, which is similar to tarragon and I think through amber gets the fragrance the sweetness.

For me, there are two great tarragon scents. That is this and Memoir Man by Amouage - there I like the tarragon especially.

And one more thing I want to get rid of Auguste Escoffier the master chef. He revolutionized haute cuisine, divided cooks into posts, like saucier, poissonier, patissier ............., simplified recipes, tried to cook lighter and wrote about it. Created a committee so that families of cooks who were drafted in the war were better off financially. For me, he was one of the greats.

So I wouldn't go with anyone as a kid, my grandma would often scare me as a kid. There's the boogeyman, or the boogeyman, or the boogeyman. Pretty stupid, I think today. I didn't tell my daughter such nonsense.

From my grandma to home it was maybe 200 m and when I went home in the evening, my grandma usually gave me the saying on the way: Beware of the bogeyman. And when we were supposed to draw a criminal at school... I drew a southern Arabic-looking man, dark eyes, three-day beard, scowling. Something like that makes an impression, even though no man who looks like that has ever really scared me. But my grandmother's statement made me afraid. Do I have to have then actually also fear of dad - that looked then namely also like a criminal.

On the way home was halfway the cold storage, gibts today no longer. Each family in the village had a refrigerator in it. Was always crazy loud by the generators, if one passed in it. At the narrowest place at the passage on the left the cold store - on the right a pinna bush and a plum tree. En passerby smells just like this bush. We often put the little blossoms from the lilac in our mouths and sucked out the nectar.

A fine fragrance to bring spring into the house for a moment.

About a year ago, oud, rose and saffron were unknown to me. And that one may smell so, for me unimaginable. In one of my exchange packages was Amber Aoud as a small bottling. I was not immediately enthusiastic, but a fascination was there. The more I tested, the more I liked it. But AO is heavier for me. Then I got a bottling of Midnight Special ;) It's more lovely, fruity - yes, a bit like rose jam with saffron. All three are sensational compostions for me in the group Rose-Saffron-Oud.

Fallintostars is light when I compare it to the others. And yes, it has a slight barn note due to the oud. But it's wonderful, not intrusive or nasty, but gives it that special something. It has a subtle fruity note through the ginger and bergamot. A really minimal mint note/mentholy I perceive. The saffron just the right amount, not too much and not too little. And even though it is very potent, lasts long and also emits relatively well. It is not heavy. If I like it yes otherwise sweet, he is also not. Even rosewood, that is rather difficult with me in fragrances, does not bother me here. I find him very elegant, one falls perhaps on, but too much he is not.

So after meltmyheart again a dreamlike fragrance. I have the small bottles and think they will last a lifetime. Because a spray is enough and you are well scented. Everything about you is light because your bottle is also a lightweight, simple, which I especially like. The atomizer could spray finer mist, but that's complaining on a high level.

When you read a book, you get something out of it for life. Through the story you can feel how and what people experience, what moves them. There are people who you think live on the sunny side of life - but no one lives there. Everyone has their story and the one in this book is a cruel one. An inhumane school system is denounced and Peter Hoeg's way of writing is so honest and insightful. I just don't want to believe it exists.
Cruel people have always fascinated me, always tried to understand, read a lot about them, how they become that way. Were they made that way? Is cruelty hereditary? Can it be treated?

I don't. It doesn't matter, because they're there. To escape it there are so many ways. I wouldn't say that the people around me are cruel, that I know any at all. Special maybe, different, sometimes choleric, insecure, sick..........

The plan of abolishing darkness for me is perfume, connecting me with people who bring me closer to scents. Thinking about how nice you sit together, share and talk shop. How the sun is shining and you can still sit outside, even though it's already autumn. In addition a coffee, beer, wine, good food. This plan almost always succeeds. And you had a short vacation for a few hours.

Louanges is part of my plan. A friendly fragrance, sunny, sweet, holiday feeling, do not think about the cold temperatures, sensual - rather think about the next summer. At the first spraying I thought, oh no, again a nice tuberose scent. But it's lilies, slightly smoky lilies. I think through guaiac and incense. The opening with neroli.........then these wonderful lilies, the light smoke, as it progresses it becomes powdery and more powdery. Is it sweet? Of course!

On Sunday, my plan with two dear women came to fruition - I wish you the same.

....or do you golf yet? Probably one of the silliest sayings people use to annoy golfers. In golf, a birdie means playing under par - taking fewer strokes than specified to get the ball into the hole. I'm not quite sure, but it's probably something like that. There are even more birdies among golfers. If you work on a golf course, you inevitably end up on the course. But I've never been out over the driving range, with the golf cart over the course - has always been more fun for me. The further south you go in Europe, the more water you need to water the greens, so that the water always gives the grass that nice rich color. I personally find this questionable and in Spain there are high penalties if drinking water is used - rightly so.

Birdie is first neat patchouli in the face, which is quite sour. Since everything was actually already over with me. But it goes on and Birdie becomes more beautiful, the patchouoli softer on my skin. The acid fades and I smell a hint of mint and beautiful wood.

Why could this fragrance now be called Birdie, I asked myself. Maybe it means the hole in which the ball rolls - patchouli has something earthy. Or is the golf ball meant, formerly filled with bird feathers. I don't know and I'm not guessing. I like the bird.