Opium Yves Saint Laurent 1977 Eau de Toilette

I have a distant aunt in Berlin who is now over 80. Incredibly educated, impeccably dressed, no polyester has ever touched her skin. Tailored by her trusted seamstress. A teacher of the old school. If anyone remembers the film by Loriot Ödipussi - the mother of the protagonist is spot on, although my aunt has 30 kg less on her hips.
As a young student, she always took me to the theater and the opera, as she assumed that I had unfortunately grown up among completely uncultured peasants with pitchforks in northern Germany - her words!
When it came to the opera, Opium was always generously sprayed for the occasion, with absolute nonchalance and without batting an eye. That always blew me away, and I still have incredible respect for this woman. An absolute diva. What has always confused me is that this perfume somehow suggests lived sexuality to me. There is nothing chaste about it, but rather something sensual. And that really didn’t fit my aunt, bringing us back to Ödipussi. My aunt has exactly one son and has been divorced for 40 years, and her only roommate is a female! budgerigar.
I have since tried to interpret this perfume differently, for the reason that this perfume simply fits my old maid aunt incredibly well. It is an absolutely loud, complex, mysterious scent, and despite the warm spiciness, it is in some respects frightening and aloof.
It has the last word and is always right. Now I am a woman, just over 40, who decided at 40 that no one can unsettle me anymore and that I will no longer cater to everyone's wishes. This actually started when I suddenly became dependent on reading glasses. And yet I wonder if I have matured enough inside to have the courage to wear this scent.
My aunt says yes, and sent me an unopened vintage version, of which she claims to have as many bottles as Chanel suits - and that’s quite a few!