I wore Clinique Happy for the first time in months today. The smell nearly immediately took me back to the first time I ever came across that perfume.
We had just landed in Frankfurt, Germany and decided to waste some time in the airport. The airport there was unlike anything I had seen before. I had really only been in small-town airports prior. I was used to seeing the usual over-priced newsstands and eateries as well as tourist-y shops. But in Frankfurt, this airport practically had a mall inside it. Even better, everything was duty-free. I walked into a large store, which honestly just looked like a Macy's. I slowly walked around the perfume counters and came to the Clinique scents. I remember the warm lights, illuminating even the darkest corners. I took the tester from the shelf and spritzed it on the inside of my wrist. The smell was intoxicating to me. I grabbed the box and, along with some incredible, blow-your-mind German chocolate, checked out at the counter.
From that moment on, Clinique Happy sort of became my "signature scent". My friends even called it "the Stina scent". I don't really know why I stopped wearing it...maybe I just wanted a change or something. I was going through some boxes the other day and I came across a full bottle of Clinique Happy. Smelling it took me back to that very specific moment in time when I had taken my first few steps on German soil.
I heard somewhere that scent is the last of your senses to go during your final days. I don't doubt it...
Always,
Stina
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