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8o flashback at its best ❤
The first whiff and I am back in 1986, six or seven years old. In the room of the almost ten years older daughter of my parents' friends, who, in her sisterly grace, allows me a little of her time - and I am in paradise - she lets me browse through her well-behaved books and let off steam at her make-up table. And some of the care or cosmetic products must have smelled the same (and probably cost a fraction of a tom ford bottle). When I close my eyes and snooze on my wrist, I'm right there again and right then.
I smell rich, juicy, dark red cherry, see juice dripping down my chin, abundance, abundance. And not much else for now. It may be almost a little too flat and one-dimensional for me, but I still can't escape my 80s cinema. And somehow this also fits: the not very subtle of the 80s, the rather overly clear, "too thick" applied, a little too much hairspray and a little too much eye shadow, that was definitely not the decade of understatement and/or subtly covert messages between the lines. So this is not a hint of cherry that you have to guess and filter out, no, this is an Andy Warhol cherry, overripe, deep red, pop-art par excellence. This cherry could hang lasciviously between Madonna's or cindy lauper's lips, in the video to "get into the Groove" or "girls just wanna have fun".
Almond and marzipan are added bit by bit, the cherry remains dominant in my perception. And I love this fragrance and what it evokes in me in the same way. Close your eyes and hum "when will I be famous", "Papa don't preach" or "i wanna dance with somebody".... and for those born after 1985.... you can find everything on YouTube:)