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Adult or childlike?
Let's settle this argument like adults, in the bedroom, naked.
A sentence that raises expectations, even in me. Sensuality, maturity, skin on skin, nights in rumpled sheets. Although the fragrance notes made me a little doubtful from the outset, as there is nothing animalistic or wicked about them, I was still expecting eroticism, maturity and passion. How could you not with a name like that?
The first time I tested it, however, I was very disappointed. Instead of dark seduction, only soft vanilla milk, perhaps a hint of fig; barely tangible. The fragrance remained pale, innocent and boring. Eroticism? Passion? Not that I know of.
And yet it stayed in my head. Because of a feeling that slowly, almost secretly, linked itself to the scent, irritated me, made me ponder and didn't want to let go.
At some point, the memory came back: the outdoor pool of my childhood. The large sunbathing lawns, the sound of water, the smell of sun cream on warm skin and, above all, our freshly washed red towel. When the sun shone on it, it had that specific smell: clean, warm, slightly sweet. Just like this scent. To my surprise, this mixture of detergent, skin, warm cotton and sweetness in the air smells exactly like Adults. This is obviously not an erotic memory, but an intimate one. One that goes deeper than any argument ever could and almost hurts me a little. And suddenly the scent makes sense - on a completely different level than originally expected.
From that moment on, Adults was no longer a false promise, but a tiny little time machine. A fragrant portal to a carefree world. So I bought it. A whole bottle. Not because it blew me away, but because it touched me.
What was the deciding factor when I bought it? Nostalgia.
A fragrance strikes something in you - not because of its sophistication, not because of its projection, but because of a mood it evokes. An image, a sound, a summer's day at the outdoor pool. And before you know it, you're not buying the fragrance - you're buying back a memory.
Without being able to control it, you are guided by this inner impulse. When you pause for a moment, you suddenly realize: your own collection consists largely of lost times. I haven't checked, but I can safely say that around 80% of my collection has long since been discontinued. But 90% of these flacons have moved in within the last twelve months. Not because they are objectively the best - but because they have made something vibrate that would otherwise have remained silent.
Nostalgia is a dangerous tool.
It makes you soft, it makes you receptive - and sometimes it makes you buy blindly, buy a lot, buy more. But it also gives pleasure. It gives a bottle a story where before it was just glass and scented oil. And sometimes, as in this case, it turns an initial disappointment into a quiet favorite.
Adults doesn't belong in the bedroom. But it does belong in my inner treasure chest of memories. And sometimes that's not only much more intimate, but also worlds more beautiful.
Fig milk
Cedarwood
Vanilla
