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Come I'll tell you a (powdery) story...
Betty was her nickname. Her real name was Elisabeth. To be called by her full name, she was somehow still too small. But for her six years, she already had big dreams.
"One day,... one day when I grow up, I'll be as beautiful as Mama" she thought as she secretly tiptoed out of the crib and lunged through the keyhole of her mother's dressing room. She didn't seem to notice that her bare little feet were getting cold in the process. Sweet she was, standing there in her bright pink frilly nightgown, her mouth agape in amazement.
Behind the keyhole, her mother stood under a shiny chandelier. Lost in thought, she couldn't decide between the creamy white silk dress and the burgundy velvet gown. In front of the mirror, she eyed the garments held out on the hanger. Hmm, both were elegant and feminine.
She was looking forward to celebrating the evening off with her husband and was excited because evenings together had become so rare. Leaving nothing to chance. She wanted to remain the most beautiful for him, he should confirm in his mind that she had been the right decision then.
The gramophone played Natalie Cole's "This Will Be." Dreamily twirling to the tune in her satin bathrobe, she toasted herself with the champagne glass.
In front of the nostalgic Hollywood makeup mirror, she released the curlers from her hair. Gentle waves caressed her face. How beautiful she was. The heavy pearl necklace suited her perfectly. A clumsy movement of her hand caused the crystal glass to fall against the compact and the loose powder scattered around the room all the way through the keyhole.
"Ahchoo!" Little Betty had given herself away. There she stood now with widened, glittering eyes and an embarrassed expression before her mother, who at the last second restrained herself from scolding her. Noticing the little girl's admiration, she felt herself transported back to her childhood. Thus, the little girl was allowed to enter the holy hall, the dressing room dusted with powder. "Mama, if I were as tall as you, I'd wear that because it's just as red as your lipstick." She pointed to the off-the-shoulder velvet dress, she thought that was the prettiest.
Her parents were already out of the house and she sank into the land of dreams in her pink four-poster bed. The little powder footprints on the dark shiny tiles would still remind her of the magical Punder accident the next day...
About the scent:
Love Chloé is, for me, the epitome of a feminine perfume. The fragrance has a unique vintage magic.
It brings a certain heaviness that clings to the skin like a pleasant fabric. A fabric of the highest value. It is not a light, carefree fragrance. Rather, something dusty tinged. The wearer is probably aware of this. Used selectively, it unfolds its wonderful effect. Well-groomed, wealthy and elegant, it underlines the feminine advantages of a woman.
I compare the nostalgic character with a classic creamy white pearl necklace. Old-fashioned I do not feel him, however. He is absolutely Ladylike.
The top note can be perceived in the first moment as too intense and give the feeling of being knocked in front of the head. The pepper is to blame for that. Hey but he is pink after all! Balancing is a slight sweetness, which provides for the lovely.
After a few seconds, the most beautiful powder scent comes into play. This powder note remains dominant until the end. Orange blossom, iris, lilac, heliotrope are often found in powdery scents, difficult to identify them individually here. I don't know what talc smells like, but it must be good, because in combination with musk and rice powder the fragrance ends harmoniously warm.
The durability is not a beast, but up to 6 hours it is perceptible. Dosed carefully, it is rather dependent on mood and occasion. Nothing for every day. As can be seen from the description, he enjoys special moments. Moments that (can) become lasting memories.
Love Chloé is a lovely name, the rose gold bottle beautiful. The delicate, gold chain is attached to the lid and the glass bottle. A valuable and playful detail.
Eau Florale was the lighter, fresher version. I no longer have the Intense version stored in my fragrance memory, so I can no longer give reliable information about it.
I can only sadly puzzle over why Love Chloé was discontinued. Probably did not arise enough opportunities for its wearers*innen to celebrate him duly.
In my opinion, it had the quality to be a true classic. Betty, the powderfoot agrees with me, by the way. Too bad. No one asked us.