The 18th birthday
It is December, outside it is getting more and more uncomfortable, Christmas was only a few days ago.
I stand in the bathroom and check if the hair really fits and I give myself against a whirl that lets a strand fall into my face
In a few hours it will be time, you will finally turn 18, you will not be home from mom's until 12, no more annoying excuses to the bouncer why you forgot your ID at home.
FINALLY ! I think to myself and open the bathroom cabinet to pick out a fragrance for the party.
The bottle is pitch black and the cap is shiny yellow gold, as is the elegant lettering on the bottle, which identifies the fragrance as Oajan I hadn't really worn it before, I hadn't had a chance, after all I had only bought it a few days ago. "Well, it'll fit," I think to myself, and press the spray button a couple of times.
7 pm not much time left, I can hardly be late for my own birthday party. When I arrived about 20 minutes later in front of the nice little bar which was very much appreciated by me and my friends, my best friend was already waiting for me with icy breath in front of the door, hugged me and made me realize that the evening would end with one or two glasses too many In the next hour the rest of my little troop also trundled in, each of them hugged me and had a big grin on their face, finally they all knew that tonight is on my head ;)
The last guest who came was my best friend who normally always comes first, but then I saw the reason for her delay, she had actually baked me a cake and I knew from her earlier creations where I was usually allowed to play the guinea pig that this cake will be super delicious When she hugged me and congratulated me in advance she said "Wow, you smell like Christmas, I like it very much" she said smiling and I was happy about the nice comment even though I dismissed it as a birthday child bonus :)
The evening went great and I admit that I also had a few glasses of too much.
The next morning I woke up with one of the worst hangovers I have ever had. The one or other memory of the evening was a bit blurred, but when I pushed my much too heavy head back into my pillow I had to grin. One of my guests had accompanied me home to bed.
It was Oajan :)
Well, my dear perfumers, this is the story of my first fragrance love and the first real memory that I associate with a fragrance
I hope she entertained you :)