Krigler

Schöne Linden 05. I’m delighted by this fragrance. I’m not sure it’s signature fragrance material but it’s definitely one I’d like a full bottle of. Featuring gardenia, jasmine, mimosa and vanilla it’s sublime. And it’s so German in the most delightful way.

The florals are buttered by the and made mossy. It’s fresh but dark. Sweet and vanillic but sober and serious. Beautiful and hinting at sensuality yet demure.

I really, really like this one…

Pleasure Gardenia 79 is another full bottle purchase for the future. It’s not my signature, although facets of it feel quite close. It’s too dense with its transcendent opulent sweetness to be my signature. I’m more lemon bars than sugary berry crumble when it baked goods and this more the latter than the former, but golly… What a treasure. It’s swirls and delights.

I’d like to have a large bottle of the former and a small bottle of Pleasure Gardenia. Krigler is a wonderful house…

I really, really like Schöne Linden.

The Strand Bookstore

I’ve written about it before, but tonight it’s on my mind so I’ll write about it again…

On the last day of the college visit I had to NYC we shopped at the iconic Strand Bookstore. I recall walking further into the depths of the store and almost feeling like I was getting lost in time. Strangely ever since then I’ve experienced a similar sensation whenever I’ve been in old bookstores. Two occasions are most memorable: one of my first dates with my ex-husband when we stopped in an old bookstore and then one other time when we were living in Seattle there was another old bookstore… On each occasion it was incredibly eerie… But nothing compares to the way I felt at The Strand.

I didn’t like it entirely. Matter-of-fact it was extremely jarring in some ways. A bit like when I explored the Shelbourne Hotel’s hidden depths one night with my ex-husband out of curiosity. Years and years ago… It felt…genuinely almost dangerous. Like we could actually accidentally move backwards in time if we weren’t careful. There are other places like that…but none quite like The Strand.

I got scared. It wasn’t that it was haunted necessarily…although I wouldn’t be surprised if it was. It was more like…I actually did step back in time. Just for a few minutes. Maybe less. It was in a far corner of the bookstore and I looked-up from a bookshelf and it felt different… My mind told me somehow that it was the 1930’s or 40’s or so… People seemed oddly absent. I heard creepy music playing. It was like a scene from “The Shining”. So I think I freaked out slightly and started trying to wander quickly back toward the front of the store. Then I finally found a living person in some aisle and calmed down… But after that it was as if the “fourth wall” of time and space had a door ajar or an open window in my mind…and if I really wanted to I could peak through it. Nothing has shocked me the way that book store did… (as silly as that sounds) But strangely, like forced swimming, once I figured it out and kept myself from drowning that day in my own perception of reality I was also fascinated at least on a purely scientific level. What in the world was I experiencing?

Yes, I’m aware that this sounds slightly insane. And yes. It’s creepy. Crazy sounding… But back in 2004 that store was…otherworldly. At least to me…

Was that where I accidentally ran into the ghost who was mad when my visiting class left NYC a day or two later? Maybe. If so, he was probably some sort of ultimate soulmate. Maybe there were two male ghosts wearing glasses and not just one… Maybe I met both of them at the bookstore that day. … I don’t know. I just recall vague details as I put myself back there in my memory…

“I went through so much work trying to organize this! And I don’t know if almost anyone is getting out of it what I had hoped they would.” said the class professor about our visit to New York. I tried to reassure her that some of us had had an amazing time. I’m not sure she was all that comforted… Having only three students who really partook in her tour of NYC as opposed to running off to shop, see the “The Lion King” or gawk at locals out of about 14 students was far from ideal I’m sure. Ha! She had literally joined a church just to be able to be able to rent the apartment in Manhattan designated for church members so we could stay there. It was a delightful place too. It belonged to the Unitarian Universalist Church. But she felt like a fraud and a failure…

Or maybe I “met the ghost” when I met his vague lookalike. He was a living young man then who was the older cousin of my first boyfriend. He was vivid and very intelligent and had graduated from our university through the same honors program both his cousin and I were a part of. He knew our class professor and so we all met for lunch one day as he was living in Manhattan with roommates. Glasses. Tall. Elegant… A successful writer for Comedy Central. He singled me out over Manhattan clam chowder and hit on me with a smirk. But…he must have known his cousin liked me or something of that sort…because he dropped a sly smile, made an innuendo about my looks and then went polite and cold. And it was an odd goodbye…

Maybe the cousin’s vibe…and the fact that he looked somewhat like the image of the man who seemed to emerge later in what I thought was just my imagination was part of the reason why it took me years to wonder if I was actually experiencing a ghost. Or ghosts. Now when I analyze it all it’s a lot less confusing… I’m not sure why. Funny thing, many times after that I wished I’d dated the cousin instead of my first boyfriend.

“If anyone says you aren’t pretty they’re lying.” My first boyfriend told me in the same conversation that he broke up with me in. It was a weird moment to give such a foggy compliment… His cousin had done much better with his concealed suggestion…

Oh well. My contusion/concussion is improving…I think. Maybe this post suggests something less positive… *laugh*

*sigh*

Be safe. Please take care…