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Gift for the mother-in-law
A prankster who thinks evil when he reads the headline!
My former future mother-in-law - to whom I am still in contact - is a wonderful, warm person and I am still grateful to her for "taking" the fragrance away from me.
Otherwise I would probably never have discovered Cuir Béluga *sigh* *shrieks*.
So let's go back to square one.
I'm 16 years young, and for the first time I earned a little more money than the usual 5-10€ for walking the neighbour's dog - so much that I'm going to hit it on the head for a new perfume.
But no Playboy or Bruno Banani or any other cheap watered-down something that someone leaves me because he or she doesn't like it, no, to celebrate the day it can be something special. I've earned that
So my bicycle takes me to the drugstore of my choice.
There I stand in front of the shelf and don't know where to start. There are colourful flacons, some even have plush key rings on them. What the...
"If a perfume needs a free keychain to advertise itself, it can't be a good sign."
My logic. Until today
Struck by colourful sweets, the glitter, pomp and bluster I stand there and discover it, this chic, narrow cuboidal bottle.
The Lacoste crocodile looks at me and reminds me of the sneakers I couldn't afford (and wanted to, because maybe my feet would still be growing and then it would be a real pity about the shoes, I had obviously been trained successfully).
The crocodile, it does not scream, it does not glitter, it scores with me with discreet restraint. My kind of thing. Angular, but slightly rounded on the inside.
It passes the first test on paper.
It doesn't smell strong, not like grandma - like all those number five's and what's-her-name, with whom so many people get drunk because they are on their gesta... erh... their perfume.
So it can be on my skin. And on my neck and hair
Mmhmmm... pleasant! Smooth! Well-groomed. And right in my budget
I take a few laps around the store and still like the smell around me. Bought.
I throw the one cent that is left over into the donation box together with the remaining change that is still in my wallet. The embarrassing 4You wallet that my brother no longer needed or wanted. If only I had bought a fancy purse. Whatever. I have something way better. I'm going home with it
The crocodile will accompany me for the next few years - from there, everywhere, at any time of day, on (almost) any occasion. For the disco he is too good, too dear to me
But it is practical to use mainly one perfume. Then you never have to sniff the scarves, because you know that only this one fragrance can still be attached to them.
The crocodile is my faithful companion. When I've showered, I feel like I'm showering with him in a square. Clean.
My friends stick their noses into my scarves and shawls when we greet each other. Because I smell so nice.
Not a single person has anything to complain about me or the crocodile.
Until... ...that one comment was supposed to destroy everything.
"You smell like my mother. Stop it." - Words you don't want to hear from your friend.
"He has no idea. I don't use fabric softener, but maybe it's the detergent. Or that mousse he smells. Seriously, did I even put perfume on today? I think I forgot it anyway."
A few days later I'm standing in the bathroom of said mother. Next to Christina Aguilera, it says. The crocodile
That's the end. I can literally hear my heart breaking just a little bit.
For the next days and weeks I walk the world without perfume. Disillusioned.
I smell his mother. She smells great, like security. She radiates warmth and she's in harmony. A great woman who cooks great food
Your bottle is coming to an end.
I'm thinking. At home I still have a turtle and a crocodile, both with very similar smelling contents.
Do I give her the turtle?
No. Too cheap. That could be tantamount to an insult, because I myself found the turtle slightly repulsive and therefore did not touch it for a long time and afterwards brought the crocodile home again when it was on offer.
For whatever reason I keep the boxes of perfumes, although I don't sell them anyway.
Luckily here, because this way the gift somehow looks better.
The "mother-in-law" is surprised.
On what occasion and with what she deserves this gift?
No, it does not always take an occasion to want to give someone a little pleasure. After all, she always does it
During each of my (announced) visits she accidentally cooked something she knows I like to eat.
She never makes a fuss over anything.
Like the crocodile.
The crocodile suits her much better than me little drama queen.
I wonder how we, the crocodile and I, were able to stand it together for so long and I begrudge it to her from the bottom of my heart, this kind, warm woman who would never hurt a fly.
Like the crocodile
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