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... Avon was much more present than it is today. A colleague at my training company always brought along those colorful brochures, which became my reading material during lunch breaks. It was always exciting to see what kind of original bottles and jars the same products were packaged in and how wide the price ranges were between the original prices and the current special offers.
I don't even know if those colorful brochures still exist today, but back then I found them very interesting, and if I liked an offer, I would gladly order something.
I used to have Soft Musk as well and didn't think it was that bad. Some time ago, when I could get a set of EdT and deodorant for little money, I ordered it for my daughter because she found the descriptions quite appealing.
As soon as it arrived, my daughter sniffed it and had to realize that it wasn't really her thing - I could have told her that right away, but no one believes me.
Well, now I have a set sitting here that will probably never be used up.
Now I have a dear friend who wants to smell this fragrance too, so this morning I filled a little portion for her. I hope she enjoys it.
And since such filling actions never go without a mess, I now naturally have "Soft Musk" on my hands and T-shirt. I've already washed my hands; the T-shirt will go in the laundry later.
My hands still smell, and hopefully, it will come out of the T-shirt.
There isn't much to say about the fragrance itself - to me, it smells like a bygone era.
More specifically - like the hairspray that was sprayed in liters during that time.
And the scent lasts - just like the hairspray from that time - in any weather.
Somehow synthetic - it might be the aldehydes, but I've smelled less piercing ones. I haven't detected any woods, and musk is also forced in.
It's not for me, and my daughter doesn't like it either.
From now on, it can be found in the souk.

Aunt Elsa was not my grandmother, but she was like a grandmother to me. Aunt Elsa was my grandfather's sister, and since my 'real' grandmother (on my mother's side) died very early - shortly after my grandfather - Aunt Elsa became a substitute grandmother for me - and later a substitute great-grandmother for my children. And I must say, I couldn't have asked for a better grandmother. I didn't know my other grandmother as well - we only visited her about two to three times a year - she remains in my memory as a rather bitter old woman. Understandably, she had a pretty bitter life. But - Aunt Elsa had that too. However, despite this bitter life as a factory-working, single mother, she had a natural cheerfulness and an unwavering faith in God that everything would somehow turn out well in the end.
My memory only begins when Aunt Elsa was about sixty years old and retired. At that time, she had - unlike my mom - endless time and took me and later my siblings to the swimming pool or the ice cream parlor. For that alone, I already loved her. And of course, also for the fact that she didn't take bedtime too seriously when we were allowed to stay over at her place.
She was a cheerful, spirited woman who was up for any nonsense - even in her old age, she would jump over sticks with my girls, even though she could hardly walk anymore. She probably forgot about that in those moments - but her memory wasn't the best anymore ;) And when she really couldn't walk alone anymore, she preferred to hold onto my little one's stroller rather than using a walker ;)
And Aunt Elsa liked perfume - I can remember "Tosca," as well as "Fenjala," and a perfume that a colleague brought her from Spain. And a pink body powder that she brought back from a visit to her sister who had emigrated to the States.
So - now to the scent:
"Camelia" reminds me of Aunt Elsa and that body powder, which represented pure luxury for me as a little girl.
It's hard to define what one understands by a 'powdery' scent - but when I smelled "Camelia" for the first time, I knew exactly what was meant by it.
"Camelia" is a very delicate fragrance. I can't pick out any of the mentioned components - and I don't really want to.
My daughter says I'm still too young for this scent - it's more something for an old lady. Like my Aunt Elsa was. I'm sure she would have liked this fragrance.
Today is Aunt Elsa's birthday - she would be turning 99 years old.

Here comes the counter-comment ;)
I really needed this one. And now I have it.
I wasn't really looking for it - it just came to me. (Just like some of the people I feel a strong connection with)
In any case, it's here now - after sneaking into my perfume heart and onto my skin.
We've known each other since January, and during this time, it has been my constant companion, as my Parfumo diary proves - it unchallenged leads the list of 'most worn fragrances'.
Eau des Missions is actually a rather simple but very pleasant vanilla scent with little sweetness and a hint of wood. Virginia cedar is listed in the ingredients - but it would be quite bold to claim that I recognize this tree - to me, it simply smells warm-soft-woody. With a touch of vanilla liqueur. I haven't encountered any fruits so far.
Straightforward like the bottle it comes in and durable like the monastery walls behind which it was probably invented.
I spray it on and feel 'well-dressed' - it's not fussy, it doesn't need to be understood first, it doesn't require special weather conditions, and it doesn't suffer from not knowing what it wants.
No, it simply wants to be there and envelop me in a pleasant vanilla aura, in which I can feel comfortable and secure.
A fragrance buddy that I can take anywhere without bothering anyone because it wouldn't be too loud or intrusive.
And not only do I feel secure, my husband and children also keep telling me that I smell good when I wear this scent.
By the way, I consciously refrain from comparing it to the often-mentioned Guerlain fragrance. Why should I go looking for a hair in the vanilla liqueur now?

... you can't drink Amaretto every day either.
And that's exactly what this scent smells like - from beginning to end. However, one must be aware that this end is very far from the beginning. 20 hours after the - sparing - application, I still have this delicious, very sweet almond-Amaretto-marzipan scent on me.
And it's not just me who notices it - my boss noticed it yesterday, and my husband sniffed me afterwards. Both had the thought of that bitter almond baking aroma in the little bottles.
On one hand very nice, on the other hand also very intense.
My conclusion after several tests is that the almond theme is perfectly captured with this scent - but it's not for days when you want to smell subtly and not stand out.
Simply not a scent for every day.
At least not for me.

Today during my Saturday shopping, I passed by the Aldo-Vandini shelf at REWE again.
And after I recently tried the Vandini fragrance "Sensual - Tamarind & Ginger," which nearly knocked me over because it was so strong and sweet (not bad, but only to be used very sparingly - and only in winter), I just applied a little spritz very carefully to my wrist.
And I was thrilled.
"Pure" is a light, transparent fragrance, somewhat floral, somewhat fruity, somewhat creamy - just right for the spring that is now approaching.
In the company's description, a subtle honey note is mentioned, as well as rhubarb, peach, and orange blossom.
I think I can recognize the peach; fortunately, the orange blossom is pleasantly restrained.
The 'woody-earthy patchouli' and the 'mysteriously earthy vetiver' mentioned may ensure that the fragrance doesn't become too sweet, but I imagine something different when I think of 'earthy.'
But that's okay; it's getting bright outside, and my fragrance can be light and bright too - I had earthy and woody scents long enough in winter.
Overall, the fragrance is quite finely woven and for me definitely a women's perfume that can be worn by women of all ages.
The fragrance is packaged in a straightforward bottle without any frills - here, the packaging and content match very well.
The fragrance is not expensive - you can get 50 ml for under 20 euros; and the longevity is also commendable - after almost six hours, my wrist still smells really good.

And so I am already looking forward to Monday when I have to go to REWE again under some pretext and will pass by the Vandini shelf, and with absolute certainty, a perfume will also end up in my shopping cart by chance.
P.S.: I used a small piece of ginger ;)