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Sunset Strip
It was a very stuffy and dusty midsummer's day when I was walking home from my job as a kitchen assistant and decided to stop off at my favorite drugstore (and not just because it was so wonderfully cool inside, unlike outside, and everything smelled of fabric softener and musk). On the one hand, I was really looking forward to my upcoming weekend and on the other, I felt the need to treat myself to something small after a very hard week.
So I walked through the aisles in my well-worn Chucks and, unlike usual, my eyes fell on the lower rows of cheaper perfumes and thus also on the pink bottle with the sun-golden contents. "In Flames"? Sounded promising. After all, I also felt like I was standing in hot summer sun flames that day :)
Admittedly, after the first spray, I didn't really know what to make of the perfume and my reaction was correspondingly ambivalent. At first, I was enveloped in a rather coarse cloud of synthetics that smelled spicy, sweet, but above all artificial. I was about to put it back on the shelf when, within seconds, the scent developed on my sweat into something I like to call "striptease-sexy". It had neither the heavy, seductive eroticism of a femme fatale, nor the playful, innocent sweetness of a predatory kitten. This fragrance is very feminine, warm, soft, summery and, for me, aphrodisiac in a very direct and brash way.
I wore this fragrance at the weekend, moving around in my black mini dress through my neighborhood at the time, where snack bars, small traders, nettos, various pubs and a strip club with my beloved mob were lined up next to each other. Without question, a Sunset Strip as if you had ordered it on Wish, but I love it more than anything, with its small, dirty alleyways, the older, laughing gentlemen sitting outside their favorite bars with a beer in their hand. The far too loud punks, who were obviously on their way to a dirty nightclub concert, which I perhaps also wanted to attend. The nice kebab sellers who cleaned the windows of their stores spick and span before opening them to the hungry crowd. The construction workers waving at me from their scaffolding (and occasionally whistling at me). The greasy McDonalds across the street, which always has a slippery floor and where you shouldn't order a Coke because it's just plain warm. The little park where the social outcasts shake hands with residents from the old people's home and try to feed nasty squirrels together. The Netto, where you get a stupid look from 6 p.m. if you haven't put at least one bottle of alcohol on the checkout conveyor belt.
For snobby people, these are undoubtedly "assy" conditions - for me, it's simply my home.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the birds were chirping, the sun was beating down from the sky and merged with that salty vanilla scent to create a magic that made me swing my hips in a good mood. I bought myself a bottle of Becks Lemon, sat down in the park and enjoyed the fresh, warm, flowery summer air blowing around my face. I waited for my best friend, with whom I walked through the annual beer festival until the evening, while the red glow conquered the steely blue of the summer sky.
I was on fire that day - and I smelled exactly like my beloved "Sunset Strip" that wasn't and never will be - sunny, salty, dirty and a bit cheap.
And I can tell you: it was a damn good thing!
"She`s a sunset stripper,
In a bar at the corner,
She`s a g-string stripper,
But i`m in love with her!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjJs_Wk_cIY
So I walked through the aisles in my well-worn Chucks and, unlike usual, my eyes fell on the lower rows of cheaper perfumes and thus also on the pink bottle with the sun-golden contents. "In Flames"? Sounded promising. After all, I also felt like I was standing in hot summer sun flames that day :)
Admittedly, after the first spray, I didn't really know what to make of the perfume and my reaction was correspondingly ambivalent. At first, I was enveloped in a rather coarse cloud of synthetics that smelled spicy, sweet, but above all artificial. I was about to put it back on the shelf when, within seconds, the scent developed on my sweat into something I like to call "striptease-sexy". It had neither the heavy, seductive eroticism of a femme fatale, nor the playful, innocent sweetness of a predatory kitten. This fragrance is very feminine, warm, soft, summery and, for me, aphrodisiac in a very direct and brash way.
I wore this fragrance at the weekend, moving around in my black mini dress through my neighborhood at the time, where snack bars, small traders, nettos, various pubs and a strip club with my beloved mob were lined up next to each other. Without question, a Sunset Strip as if you had ordered it on Wish, but I love it more than anything, with its small, dirty alleyways, the older, laughing gentlemen sitting outside their favorite bars with a beer in their hand. The far too loud punks, who were obviously on their way to a dirty nightclub concert, which I perhaps also wanted to attend. The nice kebab sellers who cleaned the windows of their stores spick and span before opening them to the hungry crowd. The construction workers waving at me from their scaffolding (and occasionally whistling at me). The greasy McDonalds across the street, which always has a slippery floor and where you shouldn't order a Coke because it's just plain warm. The little park where the social outcasts shake hands with residents from the old people's home and try to feed nasty squirrels together. The Netto, where you get a stupid look from 6 p.m. if you haven't put at least one bottle of alcohol on the checkout conveyor belt.
For snobby people, these are undoubtedly "assy" conditions - for me, it's simply my home.
The sky was a brilliant blue, the birds were chirping, the sun was beating down from the sky and merged with that salty vanilla scent to create a magic that made me swing my hips in a good mood. I bought myself a bottle of Becks Lemon, sat down in the park and enjoyed the fresh, warm, flowery summer air blowing around my face. I waited for my best friend, with whom I walked through the annual beer festival until the evening, while the red glow conquered the steely blue of the summer sky.
I was on fire that day - and I smelled exactly like my beloved "Sunset Strip" that wasn't and never will be - sunny, salty, dirty and a bit cheap.
And I can tell you: it was a damn good thing!
"She`s a sunset stripper,
In a bar at the corner,
She`s a g-string stripper,
But i`m in love with her!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjJs_Wk_cIY
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