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Abba was never really mine
Some perfumes come into your life quite unexpectedly. Such as Pleasures, which came to me unexpectedly a few years ago. Wrapped up in pretty Christmas paper. Because it was a gift from the mother of my boyfriend at the time. Why she had just chosen Pleasures for me, I don't know
Normally I am not enthusiastic when I get perfumes as a gift without being asked, because unfortunately they usually don't suit my taste. In this sense I didn't expect much from Pleasures. So I immediately ripped open the package irreverently and sprayed on it, whereupon a completely non-Christmas, flowery spring scent spread in my apartment. Yes, it smelled like garden blossoms and flowers in the beautiful month of May or so. The scent was pleasant, sweet, but not too sweet, fresh and above all flowery. I was positively surprised. I found this eau de parfum quite wearable, suitable for everyday use and pleasing. So I used the fragrance quickly. There was no reason to save it or use it only on special occasions. So my little bottle was soon empty. And Pleasures was forgotten
Again some years went into the country, there I suddenly got longing for this scent - and bought it for me. Just a 30-ml bottle that fits comfortably into any handbag.
From time to time I like to wear a lovely, good floral fragrance, especially in spring. ...when I usually go to the Champs-Elysées or the Pleasures. Interestingly enough, both perfumes were created in chronological proximity to each other. Pleasures was first there, Champs-Élysees followed in 1996, just under a year later, and already contained the then so popular fruit aromas of peach and blackcurrant, which, however, remained somewhat shyly in the background.
In the composition of the two there are some similarities like violet, lilac, peony and sandalwood. Violets and lilacs always appeal to me. So also in Pleasures.
You spray this scent - and suddenly it's spring. You find yourself in a blooming garden. Birds are chirping, the sun is laughing, you are sitting on a swing and enjoying your life. Pleasures - that is exhilaration, joie de vivre, fun in spring. A very feminine fragrance that automatically makes you think of pastel colours and dresses with swinging skirts made of light, transparent fabrics in pink or creamy white.
Compared to the much quieter and gentler Champs-Élysees, Pleasures is, so to speak, the American version of a flowery spring scent - that is, clear in its message, easily perceived and straightforward. In other words: it hardly changes at all.
I spray it on and find myself in the middle of a bouquet of lilac blossoms, lilies, peonies and violets. At the beginning the fragrance appears fresher, with green notes and violet leaf, but very soon it goes into medias res. There the full program begins with jasmine, rose and lilac.
It is a cheerful fragrance without much depth or subtlety. But it doesn't want to be sophisticated or intellectual. It's like a cheesy Abba song that tells of a beautiful, wholesome world.
This can be comforting or unbearably banal - depending on the mood you are in at the moment.
Fragrance bombs such as jasmine and rose manage to make the otherwise rather elitist white lily here appear not at all elitist. The peony, which has been tried and tested in this respect, provides the necessary romanticism
Today I wore Pleasures again after a long time. I still smell of American Spring and Abba bliss, but somehow it seems to me now that the fragrance has had its best time. It seems very banal to me now. I don't notice any development, not even the sandalwood in the base note is noticeable to me. To me this fragrance suddenly seems old-fashioned. I don't think I will wear it often this spring. I have bought something more sophisticated for it, with more depth: Guerlain's Insolence, with its subtle hint of violet, and Hermés' Un Jardin sur le Toit, which is very subtle. I'm looking for the olfactory challenge, so to speak, a fragrance that inspires me. In this sense, I have probably outgrown the spring garden and the swing. And Abba was never really mine