Woman III Jil Sander 1986 Eau de Toilette

It was the early 2000s. The wedding had been canceled at the last minute. The white dress remained unworn. We had been a couple since our teenage years. We had seen each other almost daily for a good 10 years. For me, it was clear that we would stay together, forever. In our mid-20s and for about a decade, we were a WE. Well, he had been staying out later for some time - work appointments. It was part of his job. He was short on money everywhere - his self-employment wasn’t going as it should, but there was me and my job. And I hadn’t started my studies because of HIM; he didn’t want to leave our hometown, and a long-distance relationship was out of the question. But my vocational training was good enough, everyone said. 14 salaries. Everything very secure, albeit a bit boring. It carried us through everyday life and annually through two shared vacations. And then? While tidying up, there were these papers on the desk. Bank statements that testified to regular cash withdrawals. Amounts that exceeded his balance. And an envelope containing handwritten notes. Love letters to a woman. His handwriting, but the letters were clearly not addressed to me. For the first time in my life, the ground trembled beneath my feet. Complete disbelief. The clarification was banal. The money was gambled away. The recipient of the letters had had enough of him and packed everything into an envelope and gave it back to him. And there lay the envelope now, on our home desk. Placed there to be found. After this discovery and his explanation, we never saw or spoke to each other again. The wedding was canceled. Friends had sensed it, as so often - yet said nothing. I left the shared apartment, the hometown, and started a new life. My life. A liberating blow (you only realize that later). And along with it, a small bottle of Woman III (1986) Eau de Toilette. Until then, I had worn perfumes that one wore back then as a young woman, Eternity Eau de Parfum, Poême Eau de Parfum, CK One Eau de Toilette. But none of that fit anymore. Too tight. Too sweet. Woman III (1986) Eau de Toilette had my back. So intense, spicy, and a bit mysterious. The distinct oakmoss note, the angularity, left no doubt that the girl days were over. The honey note still gives the fragrance something feminine. Somewhere it says that the perfume reminds one of aftershave. In the realm of women's perfumes, it may seem masculine, but I would like to politely disagree regarding aftershave. This scent is so much more. It is close and distant. It is changeable, depending on the weather. In winter, the dark green oakmoss note comes out stronger, in summer the warm-spicy honey note. With Woman III (1986) Eau de Toilette, my black clothing that I wore from that day for a long while, and occasionally red lips, I could walk upright. That was 20 years ago. The dress hung as a reminder in my wardrobe for another 20 years. I haven’t missed the man for a long time. But I deeply regret that Woman III (1986) Eau de Toilette has been discontinued.