Haraella

About 10 years ago my brother gave me a gift certificate from a local perfumery for my birthday. The first selection fell on a smell of diesel. Luckily, I had him sprayed on my arm. Already after 10 minutes after the purchase it was clear that the scent was nothing for me. So you go back to the perfumery and return it or exchange it. But what did I want? A fragrance with as many natural essences as possible, no synthetic fragrance. So Eau du Soir was held up to my nose and I was thrilled...in the beginning. I took it with me, I use it. A nice chypre, but somehow I couldn't really make friends with him. He was kind of too "old-fashioned" for me, "Omaha-like."
Four years ago I auctioned it on a well-known platform and forgot about it.
Chypres are just too old-fashioned for me... I thought at that time!
Then came Parfumo. All fragrances have been tested. "Sweet scents" were quickly not mine except for a few exceptions. I liked this once, then that again, but somehow, I didn't really get there.
Again and again I notice that the scents from my youth had left a lasting impression. The great "Rochas" and lots of drugstore scents.
And at some point, after 1000 perfumes had been tested, I realized that there was a preference for chypres.
And so they moved in with me: "Madame Rochas", "Chanel No. 19.", "Calèche", "Scherrer" and so on.
And one was missing: "Eau du Soir".
Then he came, just before Christmas. Why had I given him away?
Well, then came the big disillusionment. A modern "Eau du Soir", same packaging, but unfortunately also apparently reformulated in recent years. Where'd that woozy, meaningful Eau du Soir go?
What I now have on my skin is a watery copy of a really great fragrance. Oh, if only I'd kept my "old" bottle.
He can still be remembered, but that's all. That's too bad