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<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n This is one of those memories you feel like curling up into, like the cushions of your grandmother\u2019s couch in 1975, upholstered in a shade of velvet somewhere between yellow and gold that to a child reads absolute luxury.<\/strong><\/p>\n A few years later your first gold chain sparkles around your neck with little flower charms. You are a woman now, with two digits in your age and curves all over your body. But perfume is still for mothers and love isn\u2019t dangerous yet.<\/strong><\/p>\n Your first trip to Paris and your first heartbreak happen in the same summer. You learn to yearn for the past and put a color to this feeling called nostalgia, that last light of the day that casts entire cities in a cinematic glow.<\/strong><\/p>\n You know that there is no going back, but time and space exist in other ways in more intimate places. Sometimes you close your eyes and inhale and a pixelated past comes rushing back and falls around you like dust in a sunbeam.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Clinique, Aromatics…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":2916,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"spay_email":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false},"categories":[26],"tags":[635,634,636,443,52,588,637,638],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n\t\n\n\n\t\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/a><\/p>\nClinique, Aromatics Elixer<\/h4>\n