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Scent Of A Lipstick

Shalimar Parfum Initial by Guerlain: The smell of vanilla cake from kitchen waltzing to soft jazz coming from your mothers room, you follow the rhapsody of notes as if they have left footprints, to find your mother putting her make up on, she smiled tho her eyes were not in tune with her lips. You grabbed your mothers Avon lipstick, you followed her introductions while painting your lips like a circus clown. Your first introduction to girlhood was filled with iris, lemon trees and vanille.

Naughty Alice by Vivienne Westwood: Is the scent of your first sin, pink and purple lipsticks, you stole from a cosmetics store when you were twelve.

Sweet by Lolita Lempicka: At fourteen first blood on your knees, taste of sugar on your tongue, tears on your cheek. You’re applying your sour cherry scented lipstick on terrace by your window.

Les Exclusifs De Chanel Misia by Chanel: After your grandmothers funeral whats left from her to you, was just a bag of vintage Revlon, Avon and Chanel lipsticks, a bag of lipsticks for a soul.

Prada Candy Gloss by Prada: In your prom night, you have to refresh your lipstick every once in a while, as the evening goes on you became to forgot to refresh because of the too much wine you had and intensity of your last conversation with your friends. Hard to pull off, hard to go back, at eighteen your memory of a lipstick is cherries and almond becoming a little filthy with wine.

Lipstick Rose by Frederic Malle: In your room alone listening France Gall, you’re at your happiest in solitude. You wonder how it come to this while putting your 999 Dior, how it come a day, that you could be dancing happily just when you’re alone.

L'Heure Bleue by Guerlain: Is the scent of your summer crush. Berry colored lipstick you put on so much, carnations you beautify your hair with & iris scented laundry.

Lipstick On by Maison Martin Margiela: Getting ready for your first night at cabaret, cannot wait for the joy that will bring you. Your heart beats according to Brigitte Bardot’s & Marilyn Monroe’s songs you’re listening while wearing your silk black dress.

After all girlhood is just a scent of a lipstick.