Double Je by Eau Jeune

I bought it recently, what crazy nostalgia :’) it smells super magical ✨ I always wanted it but never bought it in the 90s, I think it was too small and they wouldn’t let me have it xD (someone in my family had it). It used to captivate me and it still does almost the same (we know love isn’t felt the same when you’re a kid 🤷🏻♀️). Trying to describe it: blackberries, sweet blackberries, forest air (I don’t even know), pines? resin. It makes me dizzy depending on how, but it’s very pleasant 😆🤷🏻♀️. Even if it’s not my favorite now, I finally have it xD. P.S.: the blackberry scent must come from the 90s musk..🤔 the same as Jovan Fresh Musk and White Musk from The Body Shop.

Come on, what are those notes? Pine, conifer… I don’t even know. Today I have the vintage Double Je bifasic, the original from back in the day, not the 2000 version. Smells like blackberries and violets, with something fresh and woody, but to make the pine stand out rather than the violet… It’s a unique fragrance, original in both format and result. I’m blown away; it’s a shame to use it up. Wore it today and it lasted forever. It’s super unique, without that heavy sweet trail. It’s brutal, delicate, and ethereal, perfect for a fairy or a little imp.

A boozy forest of red fruits full of memories. It was like a dessert of blackberries, berries, and raspberries with woody tones creating a scene of richness and energy. It fell in love with so many teenagers. Since its disappearance, no other fragrance has spoken that same language without being invasive or excessively sweet. A youthful, fruity, and woody aroma that gave us hope and the urge to bite into a red blackberry.

It’s seven o’clock and I haven’t slept a wink. My sister comes in to turn on the light and wakes me up. I hide under the duvet, motionless, while she gets up listless. I hear footsteps, doors, voices… until I hear the plastic, the pop, and the fizz of the box opening. Click, more plastic, silence. I’m alone. What is this smell? Damn, what madness? I push the duvet aside and feel that violet cloud. Blackberries? No, they smell amazing, but this is more. I’m twelve with little olfactory experience, but I just know I need it. I get up quickly, searching for the perfume like it’s treasure. I find it in a clear box. The bottle is weird, with a silver cap and the liquid cut in half between purple and whitish. It says to shake it. Nervous, I shake it carefully. It looks mixed now. I put everything away and close the box. For anyone else, nothing happened. For me, a lot. I’ve discovered something beautiful. I don’t feel tired; I’m in a non-existent garden with purple flowers and crumbling columns. Who am I? A nymph before unbearable beauty. I don’t faint; this beauty has strength, life, and enthusiasm. It’s fragile but held up by something mysterious and young. There’s something sensual, forbidden, hedonistic, innocent, and loving. I’m bewitched, dreaming. Please, don’t wake me. Knock, knock. —Didn’t you dress? —Come on, time for breakfast. My first perfume love was him. I got it a year after meeting him. Nowadays I don’t know exactly what it smells like. I see the notes: pine, sandalwood, musk, jasmine, and lemon, but in my memory I smell none of that. Maybe if I smelled it now I could, but I don’t think I could. Back then I felt something similar to blackberries, but not common ones, something stranger, more complex, and delicious. Woods for sure, the sandalwood too. Wish I could remember better, but it’s very vague. Now it seems there’s a Double Je that should resemble the old one, just like a worm resembles a squirrel. I’d love to try something like that, but I’m much afraid I won’t get lucky.

Another fragrance I used in high school. I stumbled upon it by chance in the store and its purple color attracted me. I was surprised because I didn’t expect to like it so much. The notes listed here don’t ring a bell; I remember it as sweeter, like violet, with lots of affection. As the previous comment said, its format was bifasic, with an oily phase.