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I can't smell Candy(ch)
At the start of school, whether you want to or not, you often have to go to Müller.
Armed with the shopping list, I head straight through the perfume department.
Aha, note to self, Chanel stage gone!!
But for God's sake, what is this?? Me, with my 160 centimeters and 45 kilos
feeling completely overwhelmed by this huge, hysterically cheerful perfume bottle!
Ahhhh, PRADA, Candy presentation then, mmh.
Well, at the start of school, you have to shout to get attention.
I walk briskly towards the escalator, down to the office supplies.
The whole thing, because something is always missing, roughly 10 times in the first
week of September.
And every time, this Caaaandy fairground cheerfulness blares at me.
The bottle looks like the support pillar of a ride in the sausage
Prater.
It smells throughout Müller like a fair and like at Manner in the Stollwerk
production!! Just like that, I think they let it be bottled there!!
To get some peace from the mandatory spritzing blonde ladies
(after a week of in and out of Müller, the Prada ladies know me from sprinting through) and I have to pass by even more often, I'll just get it over with!
Arm out, smile, kindly thanking, my duty fulfilled!
Powdery little clouds, very nice! Fruity, a bit floral.
The gentle Prada line that the newer ones have now.
The fluffy cloud dissipates in no time!
But then, when I arrive in the basement, it hits me, with all due respect, almost knocks me out
of my ballerinas!
My skin managed to transform the gentle scent of 'Creme au Caramel'
into a harsh, not at all cheerful scent like 'dog poop'.
I'm sorry, I felt so nauseous. I was horrified!
The horror lasted a good 20 minutes,
only to then fade into the scent of a dog wiped down with wet wipes.
It does come back and smells delicious like East Frisian blend with
candy wood and cream.
But it has absolutely no body (maybe it was just candy:)) and no strength.
It lasts only as long as it is appropriate for a young lady to
wander alone at the fair!! About two, three hours!
I'm not a young thing anymore and wouldn't want to experience those 20 minutes again anyway.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, I also asked around and I'm not alone with this experience.
Still, I'm already going to take cover now;)
Armed with the shopping list, I head straight through the perfume department.
Aha, note to self, Chanel stage gone!!
But for God's sake, what is this?? Me, with my 160 centimeters and 45 kilos
feeling completely overwhelmed by this huge, hysterically cheerful perfume bottle!
Ahhhh, PRADA, Candy presentation then, mmh.
Well, at the start of school, you have to shout to get attention.
I walk briskly towards the escalator, down to the office supplies.
The whole thing, because something is always missing, roughly 10 times in the first
week of September.
And every time, this Caaaandy fairground cheerfulness blares at me.
The bottle looks like the support pillar of a ride in the sausage
Prater.
It smells throughout Müller like a fair and like at Manner in the Stollwerk
production!! Just like that, I think they let it be bottled there!!
To get some peace from the mandatory spritzing blonde ladies
(after a week of in and out of Müller, the Prada ladies know me from sprinting through) and I have to pass by even more often, I'll just get it over with!
Arm out, smile, kindly thanking, my duty fulfilled!
Powdery little clouds, very nice! Fruity, a bit floral.
The gentle Prada line that the newer ones have now.
The fluffy cloud dissipates in no time!
But then, when I arrive in the basement, it hits me, with all due respect, almost knocks me out
of my ballerinas!
My skin managed to transform the gentle scent of 'Creme au Caramel'
into a harsh, not at all cheerful scent like 'dog poop'.
I'm sorry, I felt so nauseous. I was horrified!
The horror lasted a good 20 minutes,
only to then fade into the scent of a dog wiped down with wet wipes.
It does come back and smells delicious like East Frisian blend with
candy wood and cream.
But it has absolutely no body (maybe it was just candy:)) and no strength.
It lasts only as long as it is appropriate for a young lady to
wander alone at the fair!! About two, three hours!
I'm not a young thing anymore and wouldn't want to experience those 20 minutes again anyway.
Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, I also asked around and I'm not alone with this experience.
Still, I'm already going to take cover now;)
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20 Comments
@Bäumchen: No, it’s nothing like Dior, just plain awful.