I remember vividly my first ever perfume (excluding, of course, the adult-repelling Barbie crap I would spray myself with for a brief period in second grade.) It was Escada Pacific Paradise – a super sweet, breezy scent enclosed in a cute little pink and blue bottle, all perfectly suitable for an 11-year old. And oh how I loved it. Since then, I’ve been checking out every new Escada fragrance, mainly out of sentiment, because I’ve long learned they all smell the same.
Suddenly… Surprise! It’s here: an Escada that doesn’t smell of Escada. Yes, it’s still fun and sweet and pink, but also fresher, fruitier and more mature – more 16 than 12. More campy than kitsch.
Best applied liberally while dancing to Cheri Cheri Lady and dressed like Britney Spears in her innocent days. Oh, and when you buy a bottle, they put a ring on it 😀