I rarely get that way. I smell, I think joa bast scho. Spray again a few days later, think again joa bast scho. So weeks and months go by and I just don't know what to think. Something won't let me go, but something doesn't really want to. I have to rehearse it again and again; every time I collect new impressions. If I'm in a good mood, the fragrance is also completely ok, if I'm less in a good mood (what happened to OFT the last few months) or stressed or whatever, in any case not in good spirits, it spoils my fragrance experience. But right.
Vanilla West Indies came to me last March. Right there, when the flu epidemic raged and didn't stop at me. This innocent scent came to me and I demonized it. Yuck, sweet, sticky, artificial vanilla plörre (sweet vanilla West Indies, please listen away, I didn't mean that). Ew. I was just disappointed because I hoped for so much of it and what was? Nothing was it! I really thought that's the scent that's being praised? Are you serious? I admit, the flu craze has contributed 90% to the fact that I have left this treasure for almost a year.
Time jump. October 2018. At that time I was in the middle of hard times. What do you do in difficult times? You're looking for relaxation, relief, something clammy and cuddly. I, restlessly searching for THE scent, thought to myself, man, you have so many bottlings, first empty them before you buy again. Okay, said done. In difficult, turbulent times I am drawn to the sweet, lulling and warm scents. Such a feeling of security, you know... But what was it that made me feel that way? I went through my bottlings and got stuck with vanilla West Indies. Uh, wasn't that the cute, sticky one? You didn't like it, don't like it. No, not at all. I thought to myself, oh, you haven't tried it in a long time. It hasn't landed in the pull-along corner, so it has to fit somehow...
Joa, a sprayer from the bottling and I think so hmmm joa... hmm... *sniff sniff* not bad.... The game went a month, again and again a sprayer on the back of the hand and sniff, sniff, sniff.
When I then turned into a walking vanilla pudding and in the meantime was already asked what would smell so good here, I decided to let the bottle retract. I don't regret it until today.
Vanilla West Indies is one of the few fragrances that gives me the ultimate feeling of well-being. When I wear it, I just feel wonderful, relaxed and great. Vanilla West Indies embraces me when I urgently need a hug, it gives me a cosy, homely feeling. He never offends or disturbs anyone. He doesn't scream Here I am, not with brute force, as many others in my collection do. No, he keeps a low profile, but still remains warm and comfortable. A great fragrance, which gets by with only one sprayer and has sneaked so lansgam into my heart. As if he wants to wrap you in cotton wool all day long and protect you from "terrible events".
If you are looking for a complex fragrance here, you will unfortunately look in vain. As already mentioned What you see (smell) is what you get. Vanilla at its best. There's no scent gradient. Sprayed on he stays as he is and really is all day. I like to describe scents with songs and this one is Dreams from Fleetwood Mac.
Vanilla West Indies is my time out, my haven of peace, my review of past times that have made me what I am today. He'll ground me and bring me back to the here and now. With him even my restless search has come to an end. Never again without you.
Oh, thunder, only happens when it's raining
Players, only love you when they're playing
They say women, they will come and they will go
When the rain washes you clean, you'll know