So Scandal! Jean Paul Gaultier 2020

I dedicate my first comment to a fragrance that is very special to me.

If I were asked for a short statement about the scent without personal associations, I would probably say:

The scent is just as annoying in the long run as the corresponding song: "pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows"

Or maybe "Smells like pink children's bath concentrate."

Too much, too sweet, too pink.

Nevertheless, I bought it because I actually do like the scent IN MODERATION very much.

To briefly address the scent itself, I can only say that I don't perceive much of the milk, but rather almost only chemical sweet raspberry concentrate with a few flowers.

I only sprayed it on my skin once; I don't want to do more because this scent doesn't suit me - at least not anymore.
The H/S is definitely very strong on me.
The scent doesn't change much, it just develops a musty dusty undertone on me after a while that I can't quite interpret.

(If you're not interested in the personal aspect, please stop reading here.)

In January 2008, my first "relationship" ended with a big bang, anger, and tears. In March, there was a big reconciliation with many promises, and 2 weeks later, separation 2.

I was terribly frustrated; after all, my 14-, then already 15-year-old self had really believed during the relationship that I would grow old with this boy.

Months went by, and I developed so much inner strength to resist his next reconciliation attempt and focus on myself again.

Little by little, I was back to being a typical 15-year-old, even buying a terribly embarrassing pink t-shirt at New Yorker that said "single and fabulous" as a reaction of defiance.

I could laugh again.

In the fall, I had finally completed the transformation from "sad little duck" - I was more confident than ever before.

I danced with my friends in the sunshine over the completely muddy (sludgy) fairground, stuffed myself with foam rolls, glued my fingers with cotton candy, and flirted with cute boys.

Suddenly, I had butterflies in my stomach again.

Later, the three of us secretly shared an Eristoff ICE, and rode a few ring toss games while loudly singing the chorus of "völlig losgelöst" by Peter Schilling for the 15th time before a friend's mother took us home.

That afternoon was truly completely carefree, pure joy, and this scent managed to remind me in 2020, 12 years later. Back then, it would have definitely been my scent. Today, the bottle with the fluffy sweet pink memory is ready for me whenever I want to remember that after rain, sunshine truly follows.