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12/28/2018
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Old love doesn't rust
Oh, the inscription's pretty boring already. Yes, she is. But however quite true.
1996, I was 17, and my great love gave me this gorgeous gold shining bottle. And the box for it - a dream! And the scent!
I'm not spoiled at all. There were perfumes by mummy that I was allowed to steal from time to time, then there were two that were absolutely taboo, then there were a few EdTs from the weekly market, all sweet smelling, and that was it.
Blonde was my first own scent. And a gift, too! From a man! From a poor student who worked as a messenger, pizza driver and furniture carrier to give his beloved a perfume, a bouquet of flowers and a concert! Man, how precious it actually was! And how proud I was to wear the scent!
Yeah, when I look back, the smell was too adult for a 17-year-old. Too heavy, too pompous, too spicy, too full-bodied. But you also have to consider my origins - Russian women often like it that way. A perfume is supposed to irritate, wrap, partially knock over. That's why it's a perfume. Chanel. Dior. Nina Ricci. And now Versace.
And now for the fragrance. He has race. It's heavy. First I actually feel bergamot and gardenia. Afterwards other flowers come into the play carnations, Narcissen, Chrisantemen.
And then I smell what's nowhere to be found - tomatoes. We had some in the garden. And I mean that smell when you put the young tomato plant out of the greenhouse. Tomato plant, soil, water, first sun. Hard to describe. Is also quite volatile and very subjective.
And then it smells like sun to me. The last warm rays of sunshine in the autumn forest. Wood, leaves, warmth. The last secret kisses outdoors before it gets too cold. Man, was it beautiful then!
It's nice today, too. Today I also feel the scent much more intensely, understand it much better. At that time I didn't understand him at all, and yet I already loved him. That's the advantage of youth.
I'm glad to have blonde back. As a certain milestone of the '90s. As a reminder of youth and first love. And simply as an interesting fragrance that still attracts attention.
Old love doesn't rust. You might even see them from a completely different angle.
1996, I was 17, and my great love gave me this gorgeous gold shining bottle. And the box for it - a dream! And the scent!
I'm not spoiled at all. There were perfumes by mummy that I was allowed to steal from time to time, then there were two that were absolutely taboo, then there were a few EdTs from the weekly market, all sweet smelling, and that was it.
Blonde was my first own scent. And a gift, too! From a man! From a poor student who worked as a messenger, pizza driver and furniture carrier to give his beloved a perfume, a bouquet of flowers and a concert! Man, how precious it actually was! And how proud I was to wear the scent!
Yeah, when I look back, the smell was too adult for a 17-year-old. Too heavy, too pompous, too spicy, too full-bodied. But you also have to consider my origins - Russian women often like it that way. A perfume is supposed to irritate, wrap, partially knock over. That's why it's a perfume. Chanel. Dior. Nina Ricci. And now Versace.
And now for the fragrance. He has race. It's heavy. First I actually feel bergamot and gardenia. Afterwards other flowers come into the play carnations, Narcissen, Chrisantemen.
And then I smell what's nowhere to be found - tomatoes. We had some in the garden. And I mean that smell when you put the young tomato plant out of the greenhouse. Tomato plant, soil, water, first sun. Hard to describe. Is also quite volatile and very subjective.
And then it smells like sun to me. The last warm rays of sunshine in the autumn forest. Wood, leaves, warmth. The last secret kisses outdoors before it gets too cold. Man, was it beautiful then!
It's nice today, too. Today I also feel the scent much more intensely, understand it much better. At that time I didn't understand him at all, and yet I already loved him. That's the advantage of youth.
I'm glad to have blonde back. As a certain milestone of the '90s. As a reminder of youth and first love. And simply as an interesting fragrance that still attracts attention.
Old love doesn't rust. You might even see them from a completely different angle.
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