True Love Elizabeth Arden 1994 Eau de Toilette

To elaborate on this, I need to go back a bit:

It's the late 90s, and I already had a pronounced preference for fragrances and was collecting perfumes, albeit on a small scale given the financial means of a high school graduate. Additionally, I was experiencing my first great love, which, as you can easily guess, turned out to be the first big flop. However, at that time, still floating in the feeling of infatuation, I was looking for a scent that would make me seem a little more mature, more feminine, since the object of my affection was considerably older (and as it turned out after the end of the love haze, even older than stated) than my youthfulness. Thus, I needed a fragrant maturation, which I found in Elizabeth Arden's True Love.
And indeed, it worked, at least in my nose, because on one hand, I found the scent somehow attractive, felt more grown-up, enveloped in this fruity-floral-powdery aura, while on the other hand, it simply felt (still) not quite right for me. Just too grown-up, too mature, and not youthful enough.
Time passed, the love dream turned into a love nightmare, the pain was great, and it took a long time to heal. And to return to my actual age. Consequently, the scent had to go, especially since at some point I could no longer stand it, even developing headaches just from smelling it. Surely the psyche can do quite a bit in such matters; who knows what kind of headache it might have been.

Now, years later, I rediscover True Love. And I am thrilled. Because now it smells just right, it feels fitting, grown-up, mature, but not too grown-up and not too mature, like a woman, not a young girl. And it is free from the negative aftertaste of the past, simply smelling wonderful of warm apricot and velvety peach, underlined by the sweetness of vanilla, with a hint of rose and a touch of powderiness from the iris.

In short: I like it. Very much indeed.
The man has long since disappeared, the scent is back in my heart.
This is indeed true love!