Kattugla

When the Iron Curtain was still hanging and we poor brothers and sisters had received a package of consumer goods every half year from our Western relatives (which was fitting for Easter and Christmas), there were always - really always - two pieces of Lux soap in it besides the tights, the Jacobs coffee (coronation!) and the chewing gum balls for the child (me!). The whole top and bottom each covered by a "Brigitte" and an old Neckermann catalogue, because grandma for the Lusatian villagewomen made the models from the booklets.
Grandma then promptly loaded the Lux soap into her old walnut wardrobe - between the white linen, where the soap then gave off its smell to the laundry as long as it was inside, after which the soap was used for its original purpose.
So I can turn it around as I like - the scent is inseparably connected to my grandmother and to everything that my stays with her had made out.

"New Tradition" does exactly that for me - the perfect flashback into 1979. Can you find it good or not - I like it less. Especially since only "tradition" remains of the name and a lot of new things are not on it.

I tried to bend the very dominant soap with a little patchouly from Etro's same series into a less traditional direction and let the grandmother become at least a Crazy Old Cat Lady - it doesn't work. It'll just be Lux soap with Patchouly.

I had noticed the little test when I had bought Etro's "Patchouly" (also such a mistake) - I will probably distribute the rest between my whites. ;-)

A little something I would like to contribute to the rescue of a fragrance, which from my point of view does not deserve to be simply ironed as characterless. Because Isser doesn't.

First of all: I have certainly taken fifteen or more years off from perfumeries and the like, quit smoking in the meantime and opened up completely new universes to my nose. Which I'm now exploring bit by bit.
The first spring visit today - equipped with a short wish list - was to the local perfumery. I remembered perfumeries in the 90s somehow more diverse, was a bit disappointed between the shelves and wished to get some unisex scents with frankincense and/or vetiver notes suggested by the local expert.
She reached with a slightly doubting facial expression after first two failed attempts into the shelf and handed me "Silver".

'Great', I thought. 'They should build cars and keep their hands off things that have nothing to do with it...' I was expecting something between leather, old spice, wet dachshunds and scented trees.
I sniffed carefully - still badly in doubt.

Zack - awake.
Fresh citrus note, I also suspect the rhubarb, no trace of the grapefruit (which otherwise looks very quickly sour and dull with me). Something warm for that, bergamot may be good. As if I was just freshly showered from the cabin into the cold bathroom tapsen.
After a while the fragrance becomes round and a little sweet, the Ambroxan works its way through and takes the pepper aside.
At first I search Vetiver in vain. Every now and then the moss scurries through the picture and leaves the impression of aftershave that I was afraid of, but it is quickly gone again.
Now, after a good six hours, the scent is still clear, but unobtrusive, now vetiver and musk are there, soft and flattering, but there.
All in all, for me this is a fragrance that I like to follow a little bit, because it is not completely self-contained, but leaves room. Nothing epochal, but a fragrance full of character, which I like about myself when I deal with other people every day.
Oh yes - and certainly not a pure men's scent. Not at all. ;-)

The only way I can get it together is with cars