...and I had one of those cheap little cherry lollipops in my mouth.. Then "Le Bain" would come alive, just like my grandma.
To the background:
My grandma died a few years ago. I can't ask her if she really wore that scent.
But I am currently wearing it on my wrist and can see and smell them clearly in front of me. Her, as she looked like in my early childhood, end of the nineties and beginning of the 2000s.
She, who always smelled like a flower meadow. Looked like a flower and whose embrace made me even happier than a sugary cherry lollipop could ever be She, whose smile was so sweet and pure and, in retrospect, always radiated childlike and innocent.
How I got this scent:
My statement perfume, sinfully expensive vanilla from Guerlain (Cuir Beluga), was coming to an end once again, BEAUTIFUL again. I, student, notoriously broke You'll have to find something cheaper for the transition.
I look in the classifieds for specimens. My nose is sensitive, which means I can't smell many things So I got about 30 perfume samples, some knocked down, some horrible, some... surprising.
What I can say about this fragrance:
At the first test on my skin I was met with a powdery-sticky sweet touch.
"Oh, dear, what's it going to be when it's finished? Smells pretty fake."
After a few seconds I hear an artificial, chemical, seemingly flowery touch. Violets?
A look into the pyramid of scents: "Oh, surely the aldehydes? And orange blossom, yeah, that's right."
I'm cleaning up the pile of laundry from yesterday. My room is in chaos, as usual.
I leave the room, come back. And suddenly this strange sadness hits me, I think I get my (emotional) five minutes. I'm confused What are you doing?! I smell my "grandma." Every day I wear a gold bracelet on my wrist, which she gave me when I was about 15. I don't take it off, even though it's too big for me now, just like then. Not a day goes by that I don't think about my grandma But how did it get in my nose now, damn it?
Roseate I don't like the smell of roses in skin care products, I'm not too convinced in perfume either. In Bulgaria, for example, you get killed by it, in every souvenir shop and twenty meters in front of it. But real roses smell so pleasant.
More flowers. Violets? Maybe. I smell many things, but I can't always name them The smell of sandalwood, however, already, which is due to the incense sticks, which "grandma's" daughter used so gladly and (much too) often.
There are so many smells here that I have been fed up with, united, but in a dose that makes them not only bearable, but wonderfully pleasant.
I, procrastinating as ever, sit down, turn off the music, smell my wrist, in the air, let the smells come over me.
And I see in my mind's eye how my grandmother, who once again comes into the house with bloody knees, puts one of these sticky little cherry lollipops in my hand and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
(I smell cherry, even if it doesn't say anything about it anywhere, a lot of it!)
How she hugs me, but does not lift me up, because I am now too heavy for her. And she has "back".
Grandma had a bath. Maybe in Le Bain Or maybe my grandma really did take a bath and then rolled in a flower meadow, with the cherry lollipops she bought for me somehow stuck to her.
This is exactly what "Le Bain" smells like to me Comforting, cuddly, after a lot of security with a little bit of vanilla - or rather the vanillin in the sugar. Very light, chemical, but not unpleasant, but after Christmas baking.
That's a good thing, because it doesn't give me the idea of comparing this vanilla with Guerlain's and I can confidently say that I like it.
That's why this fragrance will be one for the cold days for me.
Maybe I'm too young for this fragrance, I have to listen to my friends' opinions about it.
After all, I don't want to smell like any old granny. If I do, I'll stay home with this perfume and enjoy it for me Whenever I miss my grandmother - and at least want to smell the security of her hugs.