VIVA FIESTA

My very first perfume was from Escada. Super sweet, bright pink, and with a pretty high coolness factor. That was in 8th grade, and it went along in my gym bag with the matching deodorant. I mean: it couldn't get any cooler at that moment, right? And you understand: all the girls in the class had never smelled so good after gym class, resulting in an empty perfume bottle after a week and a father being dragged along who wanted to please his daughter by putting the gift on repeat just one more time.

And from that moment on, I was in love with perfume. The bottles, the scents, and the brands. On my birthday, at Christmas, or for my report card. I never had enough fragrances, and they were forever on my wishlist. Anyway, back to today. I still fall in love with the coolest bottles, and I treat myself every now and then (even without a good report) to a new scent. And there I was. The moment of treating myself had arrived. I sniffed some paper strips, looking for a new favorite. And suddenly I smelled it: the coolest eighth grader in the school. This was Escada, no doubt about it. I smelled summer, passion, Brazil, passion fruit, raspberry, and orange blossom. I wanted it. Not for my gym bag or as a dusty memory, but for my lovely summer, dancing at a festival or strolling along the boulevard. Fruity, floral, and my new favorite. Have you smelled Fiesta Carioca by Escada yet?