Cheirosa '59 Sol de Janeiro 2024

It is an open secret that plastic bottles from Sol de Janeiro are piling up around my laptop. This is because I constantly crave salted caramel and roasted macadamia nuts. 71 and 62 are the magic numbers. My daughter is also quite taken with the trendy body sprays. I believe the brand deserves great praise, as they offer high-quality fragrances at a reasonable price, making them affordable and trendy for teenagers. I like such brands; it doesn't always have to be outrageously expensive.

Today is Mother's Day, and my oldest son surprises me with an unknown Sol de Janeiro fragrance, along with body butter and shower gel. It is the 59. I am touched because he really put thought into it. It's nice when your own children make an effort in choosing gifts and don't just buy flowers. Although, I do like flowers very much, as long as they don't flaunt their scents too opulently. In any case, I am very moved by the gift, which came with a card whose words would have melted any mother's heart.

Now to the fragrance. I always enjoy sweet gourmands. With the 59, the violet is noticeable from the first spray, and it even vaguely reminds me of Lolita Lempicka. The floral note gives way to a velvety vanilla, which pours into the vetiver, taking the scepter along with the amber. I hardly perceive the sandalwood. It is a successful scent, slightly floral and creamy, a bit powdery, just to my taste. The longevity leaves much to be desired; after about an hour, I only detect a light base.

Before my mind's eye, I see a young woman whose delicate figure is wrapped in a lilac dress. It is a maxi dress in the style of the 60s. Her jet-black, curly hair falls far over her slender shoulders and frames her beautiful face. Her turquoise blue eyes radiate a warmth that magnetically draws you in. There is a sweetness about her that emits something surreal. Purposefully, she walks towards the blue ocean, whose waves crash hard against the hot sandy beach. A wooden yacht awaits her, its bow lit by torches. A young man approaches her, kisses her forehead, and invites her onto his boat. Arm in arm, they stand there, their gaze silently fixed on the vast ocean, as the yacht drifts into the rough waves towards the expanses of the Aegean, until eventually only the two torches are visible as small orbs of light on the distant horizon.