Anais Anais was the signature scent of my girlfriend and therefore I never wore it back in the 80s. That would have been about as if I had made her a guy abspenstig and both was absolutely taboo for me. At that time we were on the road together almost every weekend, making the discos and dance halls in the area unsafe. The permed hair was additionally puffed up and concreted with hair spray, make-up was not saved (why also), quite the opposite and our outfits were partly more than adventurous. Some of these creations we have sewn ourselves and so styled today would not even dare to carnival one or the other from the house. It was all different in the '80s. There was no "too much" at all - it was loud, shrill, colorful and it could be a bit "more" of everything.
I always remembered Anais Anais as a little girlish and innocent, but that's absolutely not true, as I found when testing my vintage sweetheart. For my sensation AA radiates a subliminal, lascivious eroticism and this also reflects exactly my girlfriend - an innocent-looking child woman, who had it faustdick behind the ears, a real Lolita.
AA starts with citric notes and is followed by a grandiose floral firework. I can smell hyacinths, lilies of the valley and jasmine. The tuberose holds itself back very elegantly and proves to be an excellent team player in this composition. I can still sniff out a little spicy carnation and powdery iris, but that was it. This wealth of blossoms overtaxes my nose after all.
After about 2 to 2.5 hours moss, wood, musk and patchouli join the flowers and AA gains more and more depth. The bouquet of flowers recedes, but still remains present in the background. The shelf life of about 8 hours is completely in order and I also have nothing to complain about the silage.
The new, reformulated version of AA, which also complains about L'Orginal, has nothing in common with the vintage version. The original version is so opulent that the flowers almost clap around your ears. The innocent white-flowered herons sweep out their unbridled, wild side and exude pure eroticism, albeit in an innocent way, very subliminal and softly drawn, like David Hamilton's pictures. The new AA is a banal, lame, lukewarm little water that doesn't lure a dog out behind the stove.
The 80's are long since history and the wild party lioness I was at that time doesn't exist anymore for a long time, but I like to think back to that time. We were so young, so carefree, everything seemed possible. Many dreams have fallen by the wayside, life and responsibility for the family etc. have paid their tribute .... but we stay, just like Anais Anais, "Forever young", at least in the heart.