Moon Drops Revlon 1970 Concentrated Eau de Cologne

Moon Drops is a dreamy drift on pillow clouds to snuggle-land: aldehydes in warm hues, ylang ylang rendered pastel, glowing lily of the valley will-o'-the-wisp, berry accents, carnation-punctuated powdered wood incense. As it subsides, it's a light amber honey and cuddly musks. This is comfort and repose, quelling the quarreling, muffling the din, stupefying the mind in the most magnificent way. It's a personal retreat back "home", a vacation from madness.

I have a knack now for disassociating myself from any associations, having disciplined myself from leaning on lazy tropes, reducing a perfume to its intended gender, class, or context. Decontextualizing fragrances allows us to read it in an open-hearted way. So, a number of noses might associate this with another age, intended for a matronly woman, not intended for the modern, the masculine, the "with it."

If that's what it takes to be "with it," while wearing this I want to just be "without it" for awhile and be suspended in its charm, and marvel that this was in the bottom shelf of the perfume case of a drugstore in the 90s (my box has a UPC bar code on the base of the box). Once discontinued by Revlon, it was produced by Prism—I haven't any knowledge of that version. This version, perfectly preserved and not so old so that I risked soured aldehydes and turned components, is stellar.

As far as I know, Moon Drops is no longer in production and is virtually impossible to find. I have exhausted all my sources, not even in the USA could I locate it. My beloved youth fragrance, gone. Like all the fragrances from Revlon, it was also extraordinary, a knockout that you loved. A bit American, sweetish. I can't provide a detailed description, it's been 33 years. I only know - it was a hit and I would kill to get it from somewhere. Unfortunately, the chances are zero.