I was a teenager. Bought at the drugstore. Nothing special. And yet everything.
So very 90s. Spicy, present, self-assured. Back then, I didn’t know, which notes were actually at play here, how much complexity lies behind this first impression.
I only knew: It does something to me.
And on the skin after a while… mmhhh… It becomes soft. Warm. Like orange trees somewhere in Spain, the air heavy with the scent of the fruits, the sun low, the skin warmed by the whole day. This special blend of sweetness, spiciness, and warmth, that is not loud, but makes you happy.
Triangle has that typical depth, which is hardly found today. A scent that lingers, that evolves, that doesn’t become flat. It carries that unmistakable 90s feeling within - intense, generous, uncompromising.
The bottle? Takes some getting used to. For sure. No design award. But still, the few bottles I have left, stand like a treasure in my collection. Present. Untouchable.
Because with Triangle, everything began. My love for perfume. The search for scents that could capture that feeling again. That warmth. That depth. That happiness, that quietly settles in when a fragrance hits just the right spot.
It is memory. Feeling. A piece of the past on the skin.
And sometimes, that is exactly the most beautiful thing a perfume can be.
