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10/12/2020
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the first time
No, this is not a teenage mess, but a declaration of love from the past
At sweet 17, my best friend and I were hopelessly addicted to the newly discovered fragrances.
Something different from the classics of the mothers (I remember Tosca or similar and very rarely Chanel No 5) was hard to get hold of or to sniff first, because big perfumeries were still rare at that time. I indulge in rapturous memories, once I was at the Galeries Lafayette in Paris or at the KDW in Berlin: fragrance paradises. And there weren't really that many little waters that were affordable for schoolgirls either.
Paris, Opium, Anais Anais and a few others were the significant scents, but they were all too heavy and lovely for me.
And then there was MY Armani. Of course I didn't know that it was chypre-like-floral, but that was simply MY fragrance. I had only been able to afford the deodorant, but with the first spray I immediately felt transported to the big wide world. I am grown up, I am sexy, I am emancipated, I will study, I will conquer the world. Of course, at first I applied it too violently, but at that time it almost made my driving instructor faint.
I wore it for a long time and regret to this day that the production was stopped. All following Armanis were tested, but no comparison or even a second love It was MY fragrance; I can still smell it in my memory and would still buy it immediately today.
Something different from the classics of the mothers (I remember Tosca or similar and very rarely Chanel No 5) was hard to get hold of or to sniff first, because big perfumeries were still rare at that time. I indulge in rapturous memories, once I was at the Galeries Lafayette in Paris or at the KDW in Berlin: fragrance paradises. And there weren't really that many little waters that were affordable for schoolgirls either.
Paris, Opium, Anais Anais and a few others were the significant scents, but they were all too heavy and lovely for me.
And then there was MY Armani. Of course I didn't know that it was chypre-like-floral, but that was simply MY fragrance. I had only been able to afford the deodorant, but with the first spray I immediately felt transported to the big wide world. I am grown up, I am sexy, I am emancipated, I will study, I will conquer the world. Of course, at first I applied it too violently, but at that time it almost made my driving instructor faint.
I wore it for a long time and regret to this day that the production was stopped. All following Armanis were tested, but no comparison or even a second love It was MY fragrance; I can still smell it in my memory and would still buy it immediately today.
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