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A memory of summer - and my grandmother
From a very young age I remember Ô de Lancôme. To me, it is the smell of summer. A smell of freshly cut citrus fruits and of chopped herbs. The sandalwood and oak moss ground the scent so it does not disappear instantly.
Every summer I went to see my grandparents. Being at their place was an endless row of days with sunshine and loads of exciting things to do. Or so I recall it. My grandparents lived outside the city and they had a huge garden and an old garage with an attic full of things, such as old magazines, a piano and hundreds of jazz records. My brother and I spent hours going through all this. We played the piano and listened to the records. We read loads of Donald Duck and Superman. No one came to check if we behaved. It was great!
My grandmother wore this fragrance. She always smelled so good and she wore it all year round. It stood on the shelf in the bathroom and I went there many times during the day just to smell it.
She passed away way too early - she was in her mid sixties. At the funeral - I was ten years old - I thought I could smell the perfume in church. It is so strongly attached to my memory of her that it sometimes makes me cry. Ô de Lancôme is my grandmother.
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Every summer I went to see my grandparents. Being at their place was an endless row of days with sunshine and loads of exciting things to do. Or so I recall it. My grandparents lived outside the city and they had a huge garden and an old garage with an attic full of things, such as old magazines, a piano and hundreds of jazz records. My brother and I spent hours going through all this. We played the piano and listened to the records. We read loads of Donald Duck and Superman. No one came to check if we behaved. It was great!
My grandmother wore this fragrance. She always smelled so good and she wore it all year round. It stood on the shelf in the bathroom and I went there many times during the day just to smell it.
She passed away way too early - she was in her mid sixties. At the funeral - I was ten years old - I thought I could smell the perfume in church. It is so strongly attached to my memory of her that it sometimes makes me cry. Ô de Lancôme is my grandmother.
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