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Jomas
32 Reviews
Jomas
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Blue Curacao and memories I'm not so proud of.
If I had my first encounter with a Blue Curacao cocktail on an exotic beach, lazing at sunset with my feet in the water, we would be discussing this fragrance in different terms today.
But things were a bit different: the troubled 90s in post-communist Romania, adolescence, newly acquired freedom, age-specific rebelliousness or, rather, complete stupidity. In our muddled minds, we were all high-class intellectuals, Emil Cioran's "On the Heights of Despair" was by far the most trafficked (not necessarily read, though :D) book, we were into jazz, blues and heavy metal and we considered ourselves far too special to waste half a day in a mundane classroom. Sooner or later (usually sooner), we'd sneak around the high school walls and head off to "our" bar.
Well, skipping school and drinking soda would have been cool, but not cool enough. The beer seemed too bitter, the wine too sour, the vodka too tasteless. Luckily, we had discovered some brightly colored, sweet, synthetic, low-end liqueurs. The most memorable and bluest of them all was, of course, curacao liqueur. We used to forget about everything in the pub, downing one glass after another, singing at the top of our lungs and philosophizing about life and death, going from euphoria to depression and back. High school, cemetery of my youth!...
Objectively speaking, the fragrance is not bad at all. It smells exactly like Blue Curacao and a bit like salty breeze. For the right person, it could be a midsummer night's dream. But to me, it tastes like teenage hangovers. And, honestly, just by smelling it, my liver hurts. :))
But things were a bit different: the troubled 90s in post-communist Romania, adolescence, newly acquired freedom, age-specific rebelliousness or, rather, complete stupidity. In our muddled minds, we were all high-class intellectuals, Emil Cioran's "On the Heights of Despair" was by far the most trafficked (not necessarily read, though :D) book, we were into jazz, blues and heavy metal and we considered ourselves far too special to waste half a day in a mundane classroom. Sooner or later (usually sooner), we'd sneak around the high school walls and head off to "our" bar.
Well, skipping school and drinking soda would have been cool, but not cool enough. The beer seemed too bitter, the wine too sour, the vodka too tasteless. Luckily, we had discovered some brightly colored, sweet, synthetic, low-end liqueurs. The most memorable and bluest of them all was, of course, curacao liqueur. We used to forget about everything in the pub, downing one glass after another, singing at the top of our lungs and philosophizing about life and death, going from euphoria to depression and back. High school, cemetery of my youth!...
Objectively speaking, the fragrance is not bad at all. It smells exactly like Blue Curacao and a bit like salty breeze. For the right person, it could be a midsummer night's dream. But to me, it tastes like teenage hangovers. And, honestly, just by smelling it, my liver hurts. :))
Updated on 07/21/2024
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