Packaging

One aspect of perfumery the way we do it is: Packaging of perfume bottles. Hurray. The positive thing about it is the intrinsic monotony. It allows for serious meditative thinking about here and now and there and tomorrow. And with every label finding its way on a cardboard box you get the opportunity to thoroughly consider ways to improve. These improvements will have to come sooner or later if I extrapolate the last twelve months. In that sense, statistics can be dream stuff. Faced with a sales curve pointing up, I seriously and reliably predict that within 20 years every second human being on planet earth will have ordered a sample and UPS star ships cruise in the inner solar system delivering my perfumes to happy aliens seeking fancier perfumes than their alien fragrances.

In light of yesterday’s endeavour I feel an urge to pay tribute to W. (you remember: the W. factor…). One reason, why these perfumes of mine exist is: Slavery, with a master slave (me) and a happy helper slave W. doing the less critical stuff. The only compensation he gets: Free perfumes in all variations, finished or not. Thus, a warm thank you, W.!

A final note about the contrapunto of yesterday: Looking at the Orris scent (orris scent=prototype name), in its version 2, after extensive maturation for 5 weeks. Not bad, not bad at all, but as I mentioned in an interview lately (going to appear soon…): It is my privilege not be obliged to any marketing or sales department. So, free like a hippie after 2 hours of meditation and a brain flushed with LSD I can move on dreaming a new scent. Happy me.