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09/29/2023
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Boulevard of Broken Dreams
The fragrance has given me my dear school friend Lena for my birthday. It was a very thoughtful gift, because we had recently mused a lot about our youth years and this revelry had led us to a common friend more often than not.
This friend was a classic beauty, even as a teenager, but not only that. She always managed to dress stylishly. She did not just go by trends, but had her own style, was individual and distinctive. Her style was light on her feet and everyone liked her or was in love with her. So were we. What's more, she lived in an old villa with lush rhododendron bushes. To us, she was an elf. And we were gnomes. We felt bulky, angular, our outfits eclectic to butt-ugly. We were not them.
She had a scent, of course. Several, in fact. She was the first person I knew who layered scents. To this day, I don't know anyone who can do that really well, but she just had this talent for aesthetics, which just extended to the olfactory. Many of the fragrances actually belonged to her mother, which is why they were a mix of the trends of the early noughties, but also the 80s and 90s.
But one fragrance stood out. I still remember the first time I smelled it when we were getting ready to party together. It smelled so good and warm, luxurious and mysterious. It was a fragrance for adults. Not Escada's Sexy Graffity, a sugar bomb that I was wearing at the time. I asked her what this fragrance was. She said, with naturally perfect French pronunciation, Champagne by Yyes Saint Laurent.
The fragrance was burned from this moment in my olfactory memory. I assoziete with it the woman, which I wanted to become in my dreams gladly. Rich, beautiful, sublime. Sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of the best champagne and immersed in conversation. With a clear laugh that mixes with the exiting pearls in the glass to a radiant effervescence.
Flash forward, it's 2021 and I'm sitting with Lena over a cup of coffee unwrapping her gift. First I am amazed to curious what it has to do with the bottle. She explains to me that it is Champgner from YSL, only just renamed. I can hardly believe my eyes. This is the fragrance of my youth! (Although I never owned it). Nervously, I open the package and put a first spritz on my wrist. What feelings will come up when I smell it? Tensely I hold my nose to it and am confused. Is this really the fragrance? Somehow similar, but something is not right...
I ask Lena what she thinks about it, but she seems to recognize the scent. I push the confusion on my memory that has perhaps transfigured the fragrance over the years. I use the it occasionally, I want to like it, but this fruit bomb has nothing to do with the dry, earthy taste of champagne anymore. I do not turn into the elegenate woman at the fire, but remain just the gnome, to which one has stuck a few rhinestones. With rose, violet and the fruits Yvresse is rather the big sister of Sexy Graffity, than the mysterious potion from my youth.
The fragrance lacks the depth that distinguished the previous version, in my opinion. The durability is überdichschnittlich, but this became a problem for me over time, because I started to smell the fragrance everywhere. However, I am not a friend of sweet and fruity fragrances and the whole coupled with the bitter disappointment to get just not champagne but desert wine makes my review certainly anything but objective.
I hope you still had fun reading, for me it is namely my first contribution on Parfumo
This friend was a classic beauty, even as a teenager, but not only that. She always managed to dress stylishly. She did not just go by trends, but had her own style, was individual and distinctive. Her style was light on her feet and everyone liked her or was in love with her. So were we. What's more, she lived in an old villa with lush rhododendron bushes. To us, she was an elf. And we were gnomes. We felt bulky, angular, our outfits eclectic to butt-ugly. We were not them.
She had a scent, of course. Several, in fact. She was the first person I knew who layered scents. To this day, I don't know anyone who can do that really well, but she just had this talent for aesthetics, which just extended to the olfactory. Many of the fragrances actually belonged to her mother, which is why they were a mix of the trends of the early noughties, but also the 80s and 90s.
But one fragrance stood out. I still remember the first time I smelled it when we were getting ready to party together. It smelled so good and warm, luxurious and mysterious. It was a fragrance for adults. Not Escada's Sexy Graffity, a sugar bomb that I was wearing at the time. I asked her what this fragrance was. She said, with naturally perfect French pronunciation, Champagne by Yyes Saint Laurent.
The fragrance was burned from this moment in my olfactory memory. I assoziete with it the woman, which I wanted to become in my dreams gladly. Rich, beautiful, sublime. Sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of the best champagne and immersed in conversation. With a clear laugh that mixes with the exiting pearls in the glass to a radiant effervescence.
Flash forward, it's 2021 and I'm sitting with Lena over a cup of coffee unwrapping her gift. First I am amazed to curious what it has to do with the bottle. She explains to me that it is Champgner from YSL, only just renamed. I can hardly believe my eyes. This is the fragrance of my youth! (Although I never owned it). Nervously, I open the package and put a first spritz on my wrist. What feelings will come up when I smell it? Tensely I hold my nose to it and am confused. Is this really the fragrance? Somehow similar, but something is not right...
I ask Lena what she thinks about it, but she seems to recognize the scent. I push the confusion on my memory that has perhaps transfigured the fragrance over the years. I use the it occasionally, I want to like it, but this fruit bomb has nothing to do with the dry, earthy taste of champagne anymore. I do not turn into the elegenate woman at the fire, but remain just the gnome, to which one has stuck a few rhinestones. With rose, violet and the fruits Yvresse is rather the big sister of Sexy Graffity, than the mysterious potion from my youth.
The fragrance lacks the depth that distinguished the previous version, in my opinion. The durability is überdichschnittlich, but this became a problem for me over time, because I started to smell the fragrance everywhere. However, I am not a friend of sweet and fruity fragrances and the whole coupled with the bitter disappointment to get just not champagne but desert wine makes my review certainly anything but objective.
I hope you still had fun reading, for me it is namely my first contribution on Parfumo
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