Textures Pashmina Dreams

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• Espartaco

  September 27, 2020

  

  It was in 2000 that Zara dipped its toes into the perfume world with the Textures collection, their first attempt. They had that cyber, dynamic vibe of the era: the bottles looked like laboratory tubes or condenser units, with a translucent matte finish that let you see the liquid inside, nothing like the totally matte look in the photos. The testers were pure glass set in reversed acrylic, à la CK2. I thought it was a brilliant line because we were fed up with brands like Puig neglecting design and failing to feel youthful; here they offered something good, pretty, and cheap for young people who didn’t want to fork out seven thousand pesetas for high-end stuff or sport a Depende. The boxes were signed by Jordi Labanda, the star illustrator who was absolutely on fire, without a notebook or pen that didn’t feature one of his drawings of posh girls. But this Pashmina Dreams was a disaster; it sat in my house for years, and by my eighteen years old I had a criminal disgust for acidic, soapy notes, and this was an ode to the sour-sweet. It smelled of fruit and acidic flowers; I don’t know how long it danced around my bathroom unused. What need is there to review something to say nothing? Let me tell you: this morning my sister ordered clothes from Zara Kids and came a little perfume tag with three children’s colognes. The Mickey one is a citrus rat-killer that smells like a one-euro cologne diluted to ten litres. The yellow one, Pluto, smells like a pleasant musky-citrus fabric softener. But when I sniffed the Minnie Mouse one, I got a Proustian magdalenazo that left me knocked out, wallowing in melancholy like a pig in a mud puddle… damn, it smells exactly like that Pashmina Dreams from twenty years ago. I nearly burst into tears. Truly, the sense of smell has no comparison with any other; it offers a photorealistic, vivid image of memories. Sniffing that Minnie Mouse made me relive 2000, with R&B on the discman and smoking and drinking Red Bull with my mates from back then. Damn. PS: Seeing the notes for Minnie (bergamot, pear, peony), I notice they are fruity and floral, both soapy and acidic. Could they not have used the same formula? PS II: The day I smell the first Zara Man again, with a similar bottle but in a green casing, I’ll take such a beating of crying that I’ll lose three kilos. Here flirting with self-pity, it will be in autumn.