Serres74

...that smell still exists?!

I had my day off yesterday, had to do various things and after work I thought to myself "come, go for a little stroll". I passed a Douglas and remembered that I wanted to sniff some perfumes that I might like.
In the early 80's I had a considerable collection of perfumes...somehow a hobby of mine, more unconsciously than consciously. Then came the 90's and I met my soon-to-be ex-husband and somehow the world of fragrances faded into the background...I became a mommy and had other worries and only one fragrance for pretty much every occasion. Excuse me...I digress from the topic...long story short...my love for scents is inflamed again and I am trying to put together a suitable "wardrobe" for me...for every occasion a perfume...wonderfully decandent...

So I put the mask on and went in...at the same moment I thought "what a stupid idea, how will you smell something with this shpart in front of your nose...no matter...challenge accepted...
As I was snapping through the shelves, I saw this bottle!! Oh my God!!! This scent is still on sale?! And still bought? I approached the shelf and yes...there was no doubt...there she was...standing next to her rebellious sister "LOULOU" in this distinctive bottle in turquoise/Beaurdaux. On my forehead I feel small beads of sweat...and mentally I catapult myself into the early 90s.
There I stood, mostly tired (like all apprentices) at the bus stop and waited for the train...Spaaaaß...for the bus of course. One day I got in, it was a rainy and cool day...and immediately noticed this scent...this disgusting, sweet, flowery, clinging to everything...that robs you of your senses (not in a positive sense) and throws you on the floor with a hard left hand. This was my first encounter with AnaisAnais...and it was not a good one
Nevertheless, I rode this bus bravely, day in, day out...until summer came...and believe me when I tell you that this smell didn't get any better in a heated, musty bus. On the contrary...when the bus came around the corner I could smell it and I was reluctant to get on it, I had to suppress my gag reflex every time. At some point I had the glorious idea to take a bus later, because I just couldn't stand it anymore, so disgusting I found this smell

There she stood... innocently white, with the floral print... should I discreetly push her off the shelf?! No, better not...the thought that the scent would spread through the Douglas like Covid19 saved me from this stupidity. I stared at the bottle for an eternity, felt it, and smiled. Yeah...I actually smiled into my mask...why? I can't say exactly...maybe because I realized that memories, no matter if they are nice or bad, are still precious...