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Disillusionment
“I already love you!” - the first thought that comes to mind when I consider the fragrance notes. My first blind purchase - and also my last.
Once sprayed, it immediately stirs discomfort within me. Not what I expected, definitely not. Gourmand-spicy men’s fragrance - the first words I want to associate with you, Fève. I had hoped for something sweet, similar to Good Girl, with a hint of chocolate pudding. This is definitely not the case; the spiciness bothers me immensely.
I’m sorry, I gave it many chances. It can still stay in my collection, the bottle is beautiful :)
Once sprayed, it immediately stirs discomfort within me. Not what I expected, definitely not. Gourmand-spicy men’s fragrance - the first words I want to associate with you, Fève. I had hoped for something sweet, similar to Good Girl, with a hint of chocolate pudding. This is definitely not the case; the spiciness bothers me immensely.
I’m sorry, I gave it many chances. It can still stay in my collection, the bottle is beautiful :)
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Recently at the Supermarket
I was craving donuts, so I jumped in the shower and, probably due to my sweet tooth, quickly applied Kilian's LDBS from a decant, ready to go. It was a cold day, I was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and, mind you, the calendar already showed mid-March. Donuts were in my shopping cart when a middle-aged man approached me. “You smell delicious.” - Thanks, Creepo. A bit further down the aisle, there was a couple, and I strolled past them. “Wow! Hey, what smells so good?” the young man asked his girlfriend, sniffing the aisle in the wrong direction. When I reached the checkout, the two were behind me, and the guy was tossing one pack of gum after another onto the conveyor belt. “Hey, I’m telling you, someone is chewing gum here, now I want some too!” He wasn’t entirely wrong; I also smelled more like bubblegum than marshmallow. Back home, in a food coma after four pastries, I ordered the bottle and knew it was the right decision.
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Ghost Spray 2.0
Almost every child is afraid of ghosts at some point. They could be lurking anywhere, under the bed, behind the door, or in the closet. My 8-year-old self was all the happier when it discovered a combo spray against the supernatural during a supermarket visit.
Mother reluctantly purchased it. The set included a blue and a red spray bottle. Red for my brother, blue for me. The blue one smelled like bubblegum - absolutely arbitrary, the scent. But the red spray was different; it smelled of warmth and security. Cinnamon and orange, super cozy and definitely ghost-repelling ;) Mother sprayed it on our pillows before bedtime, and we fell asleep peacefully and without any fears.
Sometimes, sometimes I was afraid of school, of the lessons. Of the naughty classmates. A spritz of red ghost spray and the fear was gone, my self-confidence over 9000.
2021, in front of the local DM. My husband is waiting in the car.
That means: Go in, grab everything that can be taken and is needed, get out quickly, he will complain anyway that I took too long. So, a quick detour to the aisle with the perfumes. “Oh wow, I love amber!” I think to myself as I spot the bottle. I spray myself generously with it, pay for my purchases. I go outside, take off the FFP2 mask, and can hardly believe what I smell - the ghost spray from my childhood! 1:1, absolutely identical.
Right back into the store, two bottles packed. At that moment, I didn’t care if my husband would complain - I was strong, strong because of my beloved and tried-and-true ghost-repelling spray :)
Mother reluctantly purchased it. The set included a blue and a red spray bottle. Red for my brother, blue for me. The blue one smelled like bubblegum - absolutely arbitrary, the scent. But the red spray was different; it smelled of warmth and security. Cinnamon and orange, super cozy and definitely ghost-repelling ;) Mother sprayed it on our pillows before bedtime, and we fell asleep peacefully and without any fears.
Sometimes, sometimes I was afraid of school, of the lessons. Of the naughty classmates. A spritz of red ghost spray and the fear was gone, my self-confidence over 9000.
2021, in front of the local DM. My husband is waiting in the car.
That means: Go in, grab everything that can be taken and is needed, get out quickly, he will complain anyway that I took too long. So, a quick detour to the aisle with the perfumes. “Oh wow, I love amber!” I think to myself as I spot the bottle. I spray myself generously with it, pay for my purchases. I go outside, take off the FFP2 mask, and can hardly believe what I smell - the ghost spray from my childhood! 1:1, absolutely identical.
Right back into the store, two bottles packed. At that moment, I didn’t care if my husband would complain - I was strong, strong because of my beloved and tried-and-true ghost-repelling spray :)
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"Here! This smells like you!"
My eighteenth birthday, January 9th, I’m strolling through the city. An acquaintance crosses my path. We chat briefly, I mention today’s celebration. He, completely taken aback: “Wait here for a moment! I’ll be right back!”. I wait about five minutes until he returns from the Douglas store across the street. “That wasn’t necessary!”, I groan, feeling extremely embarrassed. In his hands is a small gift, a perfume, I assume. A hug. I thank him warmly, we say our goodbyes.
I sit down on the nearest bench, even though the weather is quite dreadful. I unwrap the package. Toni Gard? Never heard of it. “This perfume smells like you,” he had told me before he left. I toss the box into the trash can next to me, spray myself generously with the fragrance, wait a bit, and gaze into the distance.
Wow. Amber. Finest marzipan, vanilla. I’m not very knowledgeable about perfumes, I might own two bottles at this point. I feel comfortable, safe. Like in my mother’s lap, cozy, surrounded by pastries. Everything I love so much comes to my mind’s eye. I start to cry, completely overwhelmed by what this scent evokes in me.
Ten years, around twenty full bottles, and countless perfume samples later, I know one thing:
This is my scent, my beloved Toni Gard Woman. My signature, MY fragrance.
And: No one will ever know me as well as you, Kevin, back then, in the city center on January 9th.
I sit down on the nearest bench, even though the weather is quite dreadful. I unwrap the package. Toni Gard? Never heard of it. “This perfume smells like you,” he had told me before he left. I toss the box into the trash can next to me, spray myself generously with the fragrance, wait a bit, and gaze into the distance.
Wow. Amber. Finest marzipan, vanilla. I’m not very knowledgeable about perfumes, I might own two bottles at this point. I feel comfortable, safe. Like in my mother’s lap, cozy, surrounded by pastries. Everything I love so much comes to my mind’s eye. I start to cry, completely overwhelmed by what this scent evokes in me.
Ten years, around twenty full bottles, and countless perfume samples later, I know one thing:
This is my scent, my beloved Toni Gard Woman. My signature, MY fragrance.
And: No one will ever know me as well as you, Kevin, back then, in the city center on January 9th.
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