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Today, while cleaning up and re-sorting the perfume cabinet, I came across this beautiful Deseo flacon
Yes... where are you from, my little darling... I haven't sniffed you for ages... come here... you are such a pretty bottle....

Short spray, oh, still very good. I remembered that I hadn't worn the fragrance for over 10 years - and it was such a great holiday romance


...........I remembered that in 2009 we actually managed to plan our holidays by treating ourselves to a few saltwater envelopes. Salt water envelopes are for my husband and me the synonym for diving holidays. We have been diving for over thirty years

Since we prefer to travel rather than spend our holidays, there are only a few locations that come into question for a diving holiday. Red Sea, always. Caribbean is not so interesting for us. Andaman Sea Thailand, yes. But if you want to hang out in addition, which is what I understand by hanging out, only the Maldives came into question.

I don't want to leave unmentioned that we have been avoiding the luxury resorts there for a long time. Who needs Swarovski stones covered toilet seats, or an underwater restaurant?
I am satisfied with the barefoot island with beach bungalos, with pleasure with an interesting house reef. In the evening the sundowners, good food and excellent room service. Also a well equipped diving center with Nitrox tanks, nice people on the Doni and a private guide for the first dives.
In 2009 it was Vakarufalhi, the island was not yet luxuriously pimped. A typical fried egg island, with a lagoon, the nursery of small reef sharks. They are a bit longer than a forearm - so they are really still babies and very curious. If you stop, they come to you and examine your calves with a gentle snip.

Most of the time you fly to the Maldives via the Emirates or Oman, where there is still a stay and you have enough time for the perfumery. I think in 2008 we had a stopover in Sharjah.
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Which finally brings me to the fragrance. An unusual test bottle caught my eye as I was roaming around. A bizarrely shaped gemstone, lid and flacon merge into each other. A first sprayer and... ...my holiday began....
Only when the bottle is emptied does it become apparent that it is made of light blue coloured glass.

The bitterness of the Yuzu fruit and a particular aquatic accord that I couldn't place captivated me immediately... I misted myself up a little with the perfume and hurried to the checkout. Our plane was already called and the husband waved impatiently from afar...
Relatively quickly, a sandalwood base appeared and to my great delight the fragrance turns more into a floral one, without giving up the aquatic note, and thus remains for many hours. Much later, all the other base notes appear, with the aquatic note and a hint of flowers hovering quietly above it until the passing of time.
For me, Deseo will remain unforgettably connected with diving 2009 in the Maldives. It is a summery, sensual and erotic island feeling scent for me... When my husband helped me to peel me out of my suit after the dive and a scent melange of exotic flower accords, sandalwood, neoprene and my saltwater skin tickled his nose....

Apart from Deseo, I don't know any other popstar fragrances. (Could I change...)
and after so many years, I still find it adorably wearable.

Daughters-in-law have it not easy, but is that really so?

My later mother-in-law, when I first met her, I saw at first sight that this was a real lady. But rather one of the sober kind.
She showed herself to be, in fact, a pragmatist. But not only that, which only became apparent to me much later. In addition, she hardly allowed other opinions, which she never expressed openly. Even if one could prove something profoundly, in scientific form, she hardly commented on it, although it was comprehensible for her. I could only read from her body language when she was d'accord, in which she nodded a little.

You would think that as a daughter-in-law, with a woman like that, I should not stand a chance at all. Well, it was by no means so.
I cracked her with the fact that I had a literary background and had a say in literature. Unfortunately, she often denied the younger generation that they had any idea about culture at all in these fast-moving times.
I could see them. In truth, she was a very passionate woman. She loved gems. All her life she collected gemstones, just as I collected perfumes. Ahhh ...................so she is a magpie.
For my birthday she gave me gems from her collection all these years. Through her I own a considerable collection of emeralds, rubies, aquamarines, topaz, pink and green tourmalines, diamonds and many other stones

In fact, she didn't know anything about perfume. Which I suspect she secretly felt sorry for. She only ever loved fine soaps.
At some point I brought her this scent, as a reminder of the city she lives in. She accepted the gift with the little enthusiasm that was so characteristic of her. She smelled it ... ahh ... ah ... yes. ...good. It smells good, she said.

I know that she found it beguiling, she had no experience of how to classify a fragrance, a perfume. She just thought it was good. She wore it too, which was remarkable for a woman like her.
I discovered it by the fact that the bottle was almost empty when we dissolved her household.
A few weeks before this great woman passed away, I showed her the emerald pendant that I had just had made for me by the goldsmith. She recognized immediately the stone she had given me so many years before.
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It is the height of summer, as announced a long time ago, the municipality is having the streets in the village renovated and provided with a fresh tar surface.

A real hell machine - a tar machine, as it slowly moves towards you in slow motion. I watch this monster for some time, fascinated, as it presses out a pitch-black lump at its lower part with great roar. Inside a hell is boiling, tarry - smelling biting swaths with something bitumen-like blowing over to me.
On top of the machine sits a guy, yes, he is enthroned like a prince. The man sits there with a naked upper body, tanned and looks at me with a strange smile... His colleagues behind the machine look up to him, what his eye sees and peer out... the machine stops and they stare at me.
Oh, my God, I'm starting to feel a little queasy... and I know exactly what you're thinking. I'm turning away and running home. Being stared at like that made me angry (even later).

I hated them and it took me a few more years before I could classify these certain male looks as homage to my femininity. After all, I was only 14 years old at the time.

Meanwhile, the machine continued to press its contents onto the road. Later I see from the window how they have to shovel away the superfluous tar material with shovels. They swear in Italian.
Later a small bump was left at this point, which should remind me again and again of this moment all these years.
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A fascinating men's smoker of the most noble kind. I sniff Tuberrose, together with incredibly tender, smoky, tarry wood notes that remain longer in muscular presence on my skin. Wow...

I imagine Black Tar to be a cultured advanced gentleman, who besides everything else has kept this wild guy in. One who can also be found occasionally in Waken, or even at the Burning Man Festival. One who can be seen to have left out very little in life. For example, maybe one like Charles Schumann, who comes to mind spontaneously.

The bottle could not be more appropriate for this fragrance.

My most sincere thanks to Floyd, who sent me a sample of this jewel.

The base is the foundation of any foundation...What a rush.

In the prelude fresh tarragon herb, with beautifully polished woods in the entourage. It is not ready yet, because Oregon Lavender is supposed to be part of it. Well...oops, that was short... It was gone again.
The others remain and are very well related, with cedar and frankincense determining the tonality of this fragrance further on. Warm patchouli of the finer variety warms and, together with benzoin and vanilla, drives the further process of transformation.

I have been sitting in my sacred grove for an hour now, practicing in silence and simplicity, because that is where the arrival lies. Today the exercise is successful. The monkey herd of thoughts behaves insightful, gives rest faster than usual. I lie down and go into the relaxation exercise. Body consciousness begins at the skin and leads inwards until all cells call my name, then it continues into the subatomic level to the near-nothingness
I'm here

This fragrance is highly complex, the ingredients are of the best quality, the composition is successful and it encourages contemplation. One may classify it as a men's scent, as I do, but basically it is unisex

In my statement I put a rose on top of him. I will certainly lay him with ylang, peony, or another blossom again. That means something, I only do that if a fragrance seems sacred enough to me


Olympic Orchids are a true new discovery, which have made me listen anew for many years These are not just parcels that someone wants to sell in the niche. Ellen Covey, so it seems to me, tries very hard to bring out the true essences of fragrances in her perfumes. They help us to listen into the heart of things...

My thanks to Hector, who brought them to me

.... the first impression, artificial and therefore uninviting.

Okay, the combination cocoa and coffee give a great cappuccino with milk, but what do they want here in a perfume with great flowers?
For me, at first, an unfamiliar olfactory challenge. Anyway, you must never be fooled by the first impression. Let's see... Violets and iris root, my beloved May rose.... hm hm jasmine, very very fine, best quality.

Although everything about the fragrance seems valuable and carefully selected, initially no harmony can be discerned at all. The individual ingredients rage and argue among themselves. Not that they can not agree about, the classic protagonists know each other in various other perfume artworks for ages. No, rather it is about new, so unprecedented. In the case around coffee and cocoa, which want to make themselves important recently in the high perfume politics.

About three quarters of an hour it goes on so in the dispute on my skin, everything falls apart again and again. This coffee-cocoa mixture annoys the flowers, the base notes try to calm down. I'm almost inclined to wash the perfume off because of this. Oh dear, apparently an impostor has persuaded Roja here, in times of coffee to go, to equip a fragrance with zeitgeisty insignia to be particularly noticed.

After about another hour -I'm sorting out the wardrobe- keeps blowing around me what....
A fluidum, of delicate violets and my beloved May rose, in the common flower accord, carried by patchouli, woods, very little musk and clove, further away is a coffee to go mug....
Ahhh, finally the time has come. After long negotiations, an exceptionally precious fragrance has now come to light. The wait was worth it.
He definitely remains in my collection.


PS
About seven hours later. I bring in wood for the fireplace, outside the air is damp and cold. Patchouli, cedar and Kashmir wood, the deepest tone of this perfume, seem incense and sacred. They still carry high on their shoulders the May rose and violet, the undisputed queens of flowers through the cool airs....fantastic, how in the slow decay the pure essences shine full of love...