Paris, Chapter 3. Closure with pics :)
by, 12th March 2011 at 03:05 AM (1878 Views)
I am back to Berlin and wiritng this final report at my own desktop.
What a great trip this has been.
I will talk about the City and our experiences after I have wrapped up my olfactory joys conclusively and yes, this means Pics
Day 3 :
So, on the third day I stepped back a little from visiting exclusive shops and the likes in favour of my girlfriend. That much consideration is appropriate when you visit the great city of love as a couple, dont you think?
However it wasnt complete deprivation as in a Sephora at Les Halles I finally got to smell the infamous Pure Malt/Pure Havane. I'l share my thoughts on these only if this doesnt turn into one of these battle threads.These are just my opinions and please, dont try to persuade me in or against your favour
PM/PH : Alright, both are definitely more approachable than the original A*Men. Quite similar to each other there are a few differences. While the tobacco in PH takes some time to kick in I smell toffee/caramel right away. PM doesnt carry this note but something else entirely that I have not smelled anywhere before, at least this prominently. Much suggests it's the malt.
Both share the chocolate/cocao of A*Men, PM being slightly sharper, harsher than PH.
Both are nice, very nice indeed but at this point I wouldnt consider either for purchase.
Day 4 : Final day.
I had made up my mind about the Montales. So I thought.
After we had paid our obligatory visit to the Louvre, both of us accepting once again that we are relatively ignorant philistines about the great variety of art - she favours modern and abstract such as Picasso, Dali and Frida Kahlo, I prefer sculptures from the ancient hellenistic and roman times -, it was back to the place Vendome.
I had decided to get ONE frag - Sliver Aoud. The factors described in the post above just convinced me enough.
50ml it was.
Before walking out I also sprayed some Aoud Cuir d'Arabie just due to sheer impulse.
And that was it? You guessed it, of course it wasn't. We went to a starbucks coffee shop nearby to have a little break ( again, the ignorance. I mean, who on earth goes to Paris and then settles for Starbucks?? ) and stayed there for a while reading, The Emporer of scent was not entirely accidently my book of choice for the trip. I had nearly found peace with my olfactorial exploitation of Paris except that ACdA was getting better and better on my hand when I found my paper strip of "Wild Aoud" which I stored between two pages of the book. I resmelled it, thought the synthetic woodiness wasnt ruining it after all and asked my girlfriend for her oppinion.
It was: "Hey, this is good! Smells nice AND masculine." I had not heard this remark from her since Cool Water!
So back to the place Vendome it was, 50mls of Wild Aoud and thankfully I did get the free 20ml for an overall purchase of 100ml. I had already chosen Aoud Cuir d'Arabie for that. Strong as this one is it will last me plenty of time!
Afterwards I was happy, satisfied and broke but one's got to love that enthusiastic joy, just so slightly underlined with guilt.
The flight back was accompanied by the unreasoned yet inevitable fear of my fragrances breaking/leaking or getting snatched by customes. They didnt, they got home with my all safe and here they are:
Thats it, now I'm done. I'm still awaiting Rose31 from a fellow Basenoter but this will be my last purchase until I can derive money from either sales or salary for the job I am hoping to get.
I NEED to stop!
Some of you might wonder why I have neglected so many great houses/places.
It was only a 4 days trip. You can easily spend a solid week in Paris solely sniffing fragrances but the city itself deserves attention. I have concentrated on those houses and specific fragrances that I have been dying to try for -in some cases- years.Berlin is after all not that bad a city to live in, I have access to FMD, Malle, and many others here as well.
So naturally I had to prioritise.
Just a little about the city for those interested:
Besides the usual tourists attractions as the Tour Eiffel (whose nocturnal sparkling I find horrible, by the way. It's like Disneyland got an outpost in the middle of Paris),
the Notre Dame, the Champs Elysees, the Louvre, Sacre Coeur, and the Centre Pompidou we tried to see some more. For example we had dinner at a lovely restaurant in Montmartre where all drinks are served in Babybottles (the Fondue was exquisite, too) and the place is so small with two consecutive table lines that every Lady is helped over the table by the owner in order to reach her seat. We walked down the Seine and visited the shabby yet romantic store for (antique-)books Shakespeare and Company.
A lengthy walk through the Quartier Latin, including the Sorbonne, the Pantheon and so much more.
Then again Les Halles which is already far too focused on tourists and commerce for my taste.
I was really amazed by the way each culture has there own specific "arrondissement" where they cumulate. Indians and Pakistani north of the Gare du Nord, where we stayed, black people south of the Gare de l'est etc.
This was it and our trip ended, as anticipated, prematurely.
But, I said it before, I'l say it again, I'm thankfull for any reason to come back. Only I will have to save up for that, I cant escape the Guerlains and Lutens forever.
Thank you for reading
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