Sintra Memo Paris 2020

I like to snack, any kind of sweet - That was (unfortunately) always so...

I remember a visit to my grandma, I was 8 or 9. As always, there was black tea and kilos of sweet stuff. Grandma just likes to spoil and I saw something on the table....
"Hmmm yummy, huge Haribos WITH icing sugar!"

Barely a piece in my mouth, I realized "These are NOT yummy Haribos."

A sickening sweetness, a sticky mass. "Flavor-wise" a synthetic mix of roses and oranges.
"Crap!, I don't like it!"

But what to do when you already have a piece in your mouth and everyone is staring at you?
No, children's faces don't lie.
A desperate attempt to inconspicuously shove the stuff back and forth in my mouth and pretend it was delicious failed.
It had to come out.
Dearest Granny, don't be angry with me - lokum is not for me.

I associate the Sintra with just that.

The penetrating sweetness.
- Caramel and vanilla.

The synthetic "taste".
- Orange blossom and rose.

The sticky, thick mass.
- Marshmallow and milk.

I don't detect woody notes, nor cinnamon.

In a nutshell: An overly sweet scent that reminds me of spit out Lokums.
Sintra lasts as long on the skin, as the Lokumgeschmack in the mouth.
- An eternity.

My fragrance is not, far too bad is the association. Tried once, never again!