Joop! Femme Joop! 1987 Eau de Toilette

I was 17 or 18 - somewhere between lipstick from the department store and my first great freedom. The packaging? Deep blue, shimmering like a promise in the night. And then came this fragrance - not sweet, not soft, not sweet. But rather: Hello, here I am. But without shouting.

Now, many years and fragrance journeys later, I've come back to it. And it has shown me once again: it is not a loud oriental like all the Lataffa bombers that fill the shelves today. This one is different. It has a hint of wanderlust, but remains surprisingly light, friendly, almost cheerful. Not a heavy hitter - more like an elegant dancer with stubbornness.

I would even say: fresh and oriental. Sounds weird, but feels good. It puts you in a good mood without being intrusive. And even if it has certainly had a few facelifts in the meantime - its charisma remains.

Joop! femme is like a song from your youth that you can still sing along to today. And that doesn't embarrass you, but makes you proud because you already had taste back then.

And what can I say: he has fewer wrinkles than Wolfgang Joop himself. Thank you, Wolfgang, for creating it back then.

Yes, Wool!