It’s 1999, I’m 15, heavily pubescent and have no girlfriend. But then came Gabi, and Gabi was wild and free, her long hair danced in the wind and smelled of patchouli. For my 16th birthday, she gave me what about adam and when I used it for the very first time, I didn’t understand it.
What does it smell like? Tomatoes? Basil?
Up until then, my olfactory world was limited to ck be/one and adam was too much for me. But I wore it. For Gabi. Every time we saw each other. And then I wore it even when I longed for her. At some point, I wore it all the time and it became my first signature scent. Because it too was different, wild and free. I stood out when I wore it and felt good about it.
Due to our age back then, my relationship with Gabi didn’t last long. But adam remained. Overall, I bought myself 7 bottles before it disappeared.
Today, I still have one bottle that’s just about half full. I guard it like a treasure. Sometimes in spring or summer, I treat myself to a spray, breathe deeply and wonder what Gabi might be doing right now.
Those were the days, my friend,
We thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance forever and a day;
We'd live the life we choose we'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
Jaja, in dem Alter hat man es nicht leicht! Fragile Beziehungen sind das. Und hast Recht: So alte Sachen aufwärmen bringt meist nur Enttäuschung. Aber die 1. Liebe ist die 1. Liebe. Es können schönere und tiefere, reifere, stabilere Lieben folgen, alle haben einen Platz im Herzen aber die erste bleibt immer die 1. egal was dann kommt. Schön, wenn es Dufterinnerungen dazu gibt, dann bleibt sie noch lebendiger.
We thought they'd never end,
We'd sing and dance forever and a day;
We'd live the life we choose we'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
Durch solche Ereignisse wird man auf Parfums geprägt!...;)
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