Opium Yves Saint Laurent 1977 Eau de Toilette

I have a distant aunt in Berlin who is now over 80. Incredibly educated, properly dressed, no polyester has ever touched her skin. Custom-made by a tailor she trusts. An old-school teacher. If anyone still remembers the film by Loriot Oedipussi- the protagonist's mother hits it spot on, though my aunt has 30 kg less on her hips.
As a young student, she always took me to the theater and the opera, because she assumed that I grew up in northern Germany, unfortunately, among completely cultureless peasants with pitchforks- her words!
When it went to the opera was always generously sprayed on the occasion opium, with an absolute matter of course and without batting an eyelid. That always totally blew my mind and I still have incredible respect for this woman. An absolute diva. The thing that has always been confusing for me is that this perfume has somehow suggested lived sexuality to me. There is nothing chaste, but rather lustful. And that didn't really fit my aunt at all, which brings us back to Oedipussi. My aunt has exactly one son and has been divorced for 40 years and her only roommate is a female! Cockatiel.
I have since tried to interpret this perfume differently, for the reason that this perfume is just incredibly well suited to my precocious aunt. It is an absolutely loud, complex, mysterious and despite the warm spiciness a in some stretches scary, aloof fragrance.
He has the last word and just always right. Now I am a woman, just over 40, who has decided at 40 that no one can unsettle me anymore and I also no longer comply with every wish. This started, by the way, with my sudden need for reading glasses. And yet I wonder if I have matured enough inside to have the courage to wear this fragrance.
My aunt says yes, and sent me an unopened vintage version, of which she says she has as many bottles as Chanel costumes- and there are quite a few!