“Joy, beautiful spark of the gods, Daughter from Elysium, We enter, drunk with fire, Heavenly One, thy sanctuary! Your magic binds again What convention strictly divides;* All people become brothers,* Where your gentle wing abides.” – Friedrich Schiller Oh what a joy: Friedrich Schiller for a read, Beethoven for my ears, Klimt for my eyes…and… Continue reading Joy, Daughter from Elysium: Atelier des Ors White Collection Review
I write about perfumes. I am a collector of olfactory impressions. Sometimes I fall head over heels in love with a perfume. As I did with Dangerous Rose. Unexpectedly, utterly and irrevocably. With an insatiable hunger for it. To start with, I was just as selfconfident that it will not affect me so strongly when… Continue reading Dangerous Rose: An Insatiable Hunger
Every time I think about Barcelona I hear Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballe (Barcelona! It was the first time that we met…Barcelona! How can I forget!), see broken pieces of colorful ceramic tiles forming a big lizard, I feel sea salt touching fingertips of Christopher Colombo high up on his monument and hear parrots nesting… Continue reading What’s Up In Da City: Barcelona!
„Painting is the most beautiful of lies“ – Kees Van Dongen If painting is the most beautiful of arts and if a fine perfume is a work of art, then…? If perfume is a work of art…I do think that it in numerous cases it definitely is, although the idea of defining art is still… Continue reading An Ode to Elegance: Opardu
There I was, at Esxence 2018., standing at the Carner Barcelona stand. Mr. Joaquim Carner greeted me, we talked a bit about previous collections, and then he asked me if I knew about the new collection – three signature bottles right in front of me – the new, 2018. Oriental Collection. Joaquim simply said, his… Continue reading The Oriental Collection by Carner Barcelona
Do you remember your first „grown-up“ kiss? I do. Not the kiss itself but the very moment when I wanted it to happen, desired to be kissed right there and then and the twinkle in the eyes of the man standing in front of me. Whisky on his lips. One perfume is the reason why… Continue reading Bois Sikar: When a Tornado Meets a Vulcano
Le Jardin Retrouve, a small, family owned artisan perfume company is dear to me. I am, let this be clear, a friend and a supporter, not only because Clara and Michael are ever so sweet and gentle people, but because the perfumes they produce are niche in every sense, of the finest French provenience, they… Continue reading #Perfume Revival Project: 4 Mystery Fragrances – I Cracked the Code!
I outed myself. I am a perfume addict. To be precise, I am a niche perfume addict. As far as I can remember, I noticed scents around me. I have vivid olfactory memories. Even as a little kid, I smelled intensely the world around me. I remember the scent of my first big plastic doll.… Continue reading Phobias Of A Perfume Addict
„Dance is poetry made visible, fragrance is a dance of molecules invisible.“ My story about dancing dates back to early childhood. One day, a seven-year old, freckle-faced, green-eyed girl with thick and long braids asked her mom to take her to ballet lessons. It was something other girls talked about, elegantly raising their arms, swirling… Continue reading Precision and Grace: A Dance Of Molecules – Beautiful Mind Series, Vol 02