Error 404 The Dua Brand 2020

One spray, let the first moments sink in, and... Boom! After arriving at the student dorm near the psychiatric hospital in Tooting, ground floor, right next to the landlady, who was also named Diana and suffered from endometriosis, alone in the shared, drearily dirty beige bathroom, hot showered in the plastic tub with a frivolously scented Axe, then the spray from the erotic bottle, blue and well-shaped, available for just under a year. Fiery woods and tonka, humming lavender, vanilla and whatever else, in any case exactly the scent that mentally prepared for what might come. The ones left behind far away still believing in the brunette shy daughter-in-law next door, instead insatiably fragrant, slipping into tight black clothes, hair tousled, away with the good student, and quietly passing by Diana, past endless rows of houses and cars on the wrong side, myself on the way to the dark, but so cruelly attractive wrong side, into the evening Black Line, to the center, Tottenham Court Road. The Astoria, lined with people, waiting for entry.

Sudden retreat, several rounds through Soho, always past the same small shabby park, always through the even shabbier alley, again and again in front of the Astoria, again and again this tingling feeling, and always with this one scent. Through an inexplicable impulse suddenly inside, 3 pounds entry, and after the cashier behind the counter the incomprehensible Brits, who shout louder and louder until the solution is clear, how to get rid of the jacket. Initials. Behind this hurdle, in the guts of this rundown theater the pounding crowds, the stage where Madonna and Take That have sung for the same audience, upstairs and downstairs dancing, ecstasy and unquenched desire. The floor is sticky, the temperature rises, the distances shrink, the skin steams, the T-shirt hanging at the belt, and Le Mâle omnipresent in the hall, becoming sweeter and more wicked as the night goes on. Countless such nights, irretrievably lost, yet deeply burned into memory, and through this one Dua-Dupe revived again, which the new tamed Le Mâle has never managed to do.

Postscript after repeated use: When I spray this thing, I immediately hum the earworm of the Weather Girls. Very strong olfactory memory.

Incredible. Thank you.