A day in Cannes - and in extasy

Today I was in Cannes with a friend I recently became to closer to. I asked him to come with me to deal with some administrational issues, among others I needed to get my piercing changed. Yes, it's in my Nose...

I felt weird these last days, as I mentioned in an earlier post, was rather scared about my new challenges. Lacking of motivation. Already frustrated to wake up earlier.

And then I was in Cannes, Rue Antibes, the place to go for shopping. And the street was full with people. And full of fragrances. I couldn't withhold myself turning my head, following the smell track as much as I can without breaking my neck. I got high. Something in the exact middle of my brain started lightning, there was no turning back, I was hardly listening to my friend, I didn't mind if it was a question he asked or it I just needed to nod, I was thirsty for smelling, I couldn't care less talking.

Like a drog addict, who got his dose finally after waiting too long, I was sniffing deeply and strongly around and started trembling from joy when something specially aroused my nose's interest. ( My friend was becoming rather embarrassed. )

It wasn't simply perfumes, it was people. With their perfumes, with their skin, with their hair, with their dirt, with their attitude on. There was one fine smell I remember particularly. It was a men passing next to me who smelled like straight up "sex" to me. .. It was a mixture of noble woods, with powerfull but fine ambery notes, hinted with slightly vanilla smelling baby-powder. And something unidentifiable, something warm and mysterious that made me wanting to follow him for the rest of my life.
But I didn't even turn my head. I didn't want a real face to my fantasy.

And there were elegant smelling women who I wanted to congratulate, and a long red haired young woman who smelled as pure, fresh and revitalizing as a snowdrop early March.

Strangely, going to a perfume shop and smell all kind of juices doesn't fill my apetite anymore.
I need the whole package. I need to smell the whole piece of art. I feel like I am in a hospital when smelling perfumes in a shop. It is too clean. It is missing tones, it is missing shades, you just know that this is not COMPLETE yet. I love to smell people. With or without perfumes.

I went to Cannes but I ended up in heaven. I tasted again that euphoriac state of mind that made me want to become a perfumer.
As much as I was enjoying... I don't think my new friend will ever call again!