Aloha Tiaré Comptoir Sud Pacifique 1984 Eau de Toilette

...and even without any corresponding attempt, this comment is. It is more of a little story.

As parents of an eight-(but almost nine!!!)-year-old daughter, whose hormones are already making themselves felt in an unmistakable prepubescent way here and there, we had a definitely common problem: Makeup and perfume had to be involved. Not for the playful smearing that girls tend to do practically from baby age. No, just like mom, but please with her own stuff. And the way always led to the - magazine rack.

During my childhood, every Saturday the new YPS with a gimmick was there. And that was it. Primarily, boys were teased with that, and only once a week. Nowadays, it feels like someone empties a container full of paper with plastic wrap and cheap toys into the display every day, and the one-sided gender-specific teasing is also a thing of the past. The plastic junk is bad enough, but if certain time intervals are observed, it just about stays within the parental tolerance range. As the offspring grows older, one increasingly counters with "Aren't you too big for that? And think of all the waste..."

But - to get back to the point - this special waste disguised as children's cosmetics, with which the target group girls are dragged in front of the camera, has a significantly longer half-life of wanting to have. And our daughter neither smears nor sprays such things on her face or anywhere else. Period. So what to do? Distraction no longer works. Simply forbidding it is also not an option, after all, she is somehow already grown up, should be independent, decide on her pocket money alone, and so on.

Our way out: The flight forward! An alternative had to be found, then let it be sponsored by us. So into the specialty store and let the child choose something reasonable within a price range we could accept. For perfume, it became Aloha Tiaré. She liked it and it was on sale. Now she walks around with it, breathtaking.....overdosed.

Mostly very "young lady" - confident gait, carefully dressed, a little bag at her side. But suddenly, there is again the little girl who might be hopping at full speed to some display with mini stuffed animals because the petting zoo kept under questionable conditions in that bag desperately needs yet another new roommate. And always she drags behind her like a train this more-than-just-a-hint of summer and sunshine. Then the parents look at each other, smile, and can't help but like the scent.

Experiencing this as a dad shapes my very personal image of Aloha Tiaré: A pleasant fragrance for girls and very young women. The numerous, of course, still young remaining users (and especially commentators!) may forgive me for that.