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Time travel.... what’s happening here? I know this scent!
Oh wow.. just recently set aside among various other scents at a fragrance party, overshadowed by heavy, synthetic, gourmand dupes and originals..
Days later, I sprayed Khair Felicity solo and suddenly it was flashback after flashback.. Absolutely familiar DNA down to the smallest detail. So surprised, as I knew neither this scent nor the original that probably exists.. What’s happening here?
A multitude of fragrance nuances and combinations catapult me back to a variety of images from one of those many Friday nights long ago in the wild youth of the late 80s / early 90s..
It’s Friday night. We start getting ready between 3 and 4 PM, because at 6 PM we will be driven.. The night will be short, wild, and intense. And everyone will be there. First, we’ll have a drink, then off to the disco. We have to be back by 1 AM. Otherwise, there will be trouble. There was often trouble, as it was always a race against time until we all managed to find each other in the chaos and were back at my friend’s older brother’s car.
Imagine a girl’s room plastered with Bravo and popcorn posters, filled with mirrors and three overly cool 15-year-old girls... My best friend’s big girl’s room was our go-to style room for our Friday night ritual.
Loud music from the record player, an overflowing ashtray on the windowsill (depending on who came in, we had to quickly hide it), the room full of cigarette smoke (the alibi was always my friend who was allowed to smoke in front of her mother at least officially).. Lips painted with carmine red and bright pink lipstick, strongly smelling of surely not cruelty-free animal fat. Bogner No1 Woman and Jil Sander Sun, Betty Barclay and Joop still lingered in the air from earlier in the day. Short nails drying and touched up a dozen times. Acetone in the air again and again. Hair being teased, tons of extra strong hairspray until we were dizzy, faces full of makeup, heavily powdered and painted, Asti Spumante for pre-gaming from cheap glasses (could this possibly be the champagne note of Khair Felicity? ;).. and then as a grand finale, each pulls out their brought perfume.. and permeates the last bit of oxygen..
Venise by Yves Rocher, my beloved scent back then, almost vanilla oriental intrusive, spicy and sweet... then the more floral, classically noble scent Tresor by Lancome in between.. also unavoidably back then, Obsession by Calvin Klein was a must, Opium by YSL as well. Poison by Dior was our jointly purchased miniature bottle, so we always shared it fairly, dabbing and spraying.
Yes, in addition to the others.. layering was already a term back then without defining it. Everything, as long as it was strong and intense. Everyone should notice us! Then a few mini bottles to round it off from a mini bottle shelf that every girl had or at least wanted to have... Generally, we had more miniatures. Full size was only one a year for a birthday. So too rare. My friend was lucky as some well-off regular customer always gifted her a brand new scent when the perm turned out particularly well. That was like Christmas and birthday combined for all of us. We always used everything together back then. Each laid everything they had on the table.
Well, it’s getting late.. almost 6 PM..
Now we extinguish the last cigarette, rinse our mouths with mint concentrate, put everything back, and close the bottles and hairspray cans and hairspray pump sprays (yes, we really did think about the ozone layer and still used sprays with a really bad conscience) and open the windows to air out. While we impatiently wait and check our outfits in the mirror for the umpteenth time or study record covers and lyrics until my friend’s older brother is ready to drive us into town, the scents and fragrance clouds in the room settle, mixing with the incoming fresh air (which was often laced with manure depending on the wind direction).
Sweet, slightly floral notes.. vanilla, spicy-sweet mixed with pleasant smoke that is less but still remains. Attractive, slightly oriental and sultry, magical through a wild thicket.. Stuffed mild pipe tobacco that settles sweet and cold on the wood, and magically attracts and evokes well-being.. and anticipation! And that’s the moment when Khair Felicity strikes.. That’s exactly the moment to which the two hours prior have led..
Would I find the scent as great if it didn’t give me a time-traveling scent experience? I don’t know... Whether I want to or not, the scent is unexpectedly special for me. I only bought it as a decant because it apparently has a really good P/L ratio and I often find Kayali scents quite good, and it seems to be a dupe of a Kayali that I don’t yet know in real life.
Just through the unexpected scent associations, the scent gets a 9/10 instead of an 8/10... for all that it has given me today alone. I hope you have as much fun with the scent!