Youth Due
smell the air..
Tramp, Rapport..Panache.
it's seventies flair
Blondie was singing
Heart of Glass,
I had a gift ofΒ
Esther Lauder Youth Dew,
which hummed of Maiden Aunts,
in twin sets and pearls,
buttered brown bread
jam scones on a checkered
table, Viennes swirls
and small talk..not a perfume
for a young girl.
I packed it away, it travelled
for forty years, in nine houses
through the birth of children,
and leaving the nest,
making their own stamp
on the world as best,
wrapped in cotton wool
and brown paper..
never did I feel the need
to expose the elixier ..
till the last move..
I opened the bottle
and breathed in the scent
as fresh as when I was eighteen
and it was honey sweet and gentle
to myΒ middle aging senses,
and I kinda liked this old friend..
having kept it prisoner for so long,
until my own tastes changed..
I had to set it free
it sold on Ebay for a good fee
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I was in love with Debbie Harry. My first girlfriend didn't look like Debbie Harry and she smelt of her mothers Tweed. I still love Debbie Harry and I really don't like Tweed.
Love the nostalgia, great read.
my mum had Tweed, it smells like Eau de Cologne to me..I hate it..we called Panashe ..Ashpan and Tramp well speaks for itself...I was a Rapport girl..but said it like it's spelt..with a t on the end, such a classy bird that I was..I think everybody wanted to look like Debbi Harrie..if you look at her hair on that video, it's very NOW isnt it.Β Need to bang some more nostalgic seventies and eighties ditties out..I love reading them too...
I sold all my perfume on ebay, diorΒ Chanel and Cartier..made about 200 kwid..it wasnt doing me any good sitting in a cabinet..I only wear vanilla perfume now..but luck would have it, my sister bought me a gigantic Gucci for Christmas..she can do that..she's loaded...bless her..it doesnt change me though..I just smell better.
Yes please on the seventies/eighties ditties. In the early eighties I worked in a photographic studio and I smelt of stop gap and fixative so I smell better now too.
A lovely written memory
John
thanks for your comments...Skegness in the seventies...I remember that.procul Harlem on the juke box..bell bottoms..must have been a not stocked very often juke box..but when I hear A Whiter Shade of Pale..I see a shabby naff pub in Skeg..and me in my bell bottomed jeans.