Fathom V

...here it was straight out of a movie. Yes, it's true, you enter a flower shop, but through the back door where the artisanal work takes place. Everywhere there are troughs filled with water and flowers of all kinds; you can smell the flower water. Stems are trimmed, cut, and tied. Cut-off plant parts lie everywhere; you can smell the plant sap. It is cool and damp there, you wear rubber boots, and the floor is slippery. Then conifers are cut as well. It couldn't be more authentic! But do I want to smell like a walking vase? No... I thought at first. The scent made me crave gardening, so out into the fresh air, and there it suited me and the environment. Not a fragrance for going out or anything like that, but one that fascinated me so much with its craftsmanship that it will probably end up moving in after all.

First a flower shop – almost too real, too close. Lush green, crushed stems, wet soil beneath the fingers. Then everything grows quiet. Only petrichor remains, cool and clear, like a memory of something that is already over. In the end: a wet grave on the coast. A bouquet of lilies on top.

Winter in Berlin can become a challenge, especially when it lasts too long. Everywhere there is a longing for light and warmth and the grassy, herbal, spicy, and floral notes that spring and summer bring. This fragrance seems to be created to satisfy such longings. It is as if you were standing in a blooming meadow next to a forest. Wonderful!