Gala by Loewe

Gala lives in my memory. I used to hear it a lot in my childhood, and now I enjoy it in all its beauty. It has a floral heart where my nose detects mostly carnation, with a creamy texture and a spicy touch. It’s accompanied by animal, amber, and soapy notes. It’s a dark yet soft scent, like satin, undulating and without edges. That animal facet doesn’t dirty it; instead, it adds a very attractive sensuality. Gala has class and overwhelming personality. It’s a perfume to be worn with poise, nocturnal, brilliant, silky, and captivating. Thanks to Jerry Drake for letting me relive his magic.

There are people who leave an indelible mark and take our breath away. Flying is beautiful but dangerous. There’s a difference between leaving a mark and a scar. The former is pride, the latter is pain. Saying goodbye hurts: you wake up with the pillows still smelling of Gala and her skin, a veil of sadness knowing she won’t return. I remember her smile, her dress, the time waiting, lost in her dreams, and me thinking of an island just for the two of us. I remember her tube dress at that party I didn’t want to go to, the day I met her. I was surprised because a girl like that is hard to find. I got nervous looking at myself, but she knew the perfect words. As she approached, I perceived an ostentatiously elegant fragrance, with an animal component that added sensuality and completed an overwhelming opulence. Hypnotized by her eyes and by that floral, animal, and balsamic blend with smoky amber, citrus notes, green notes, and aldehydes that gave Gala an timeless elegance. Strong, like the taste of a kiss on the seaside. A fragrance that shows presence, radiance, and notable sillage; many will flee from that opening note that smells like orange in syrup soaked with Grand Marnier, but it shows no weakness, remaining opulent and grandiose in a creamy, balsamic, and floral development. A strong fragrance like your passion, well-composed, which, by chance, has returned to me and I felt your presence.

Extraordinary and unusual. I wore it in the 90s. My boyfriend back then brought it to me as a gift from Spain. I never managed to replace it because it’s not available in Argentina.

I had it many years ago. It gave me nausea. It doesn’t smell like excrement at all… We just don’t get along. It’s not for me.

A symbol of class, but difficult to wear. The animal notes are overkill. I have cold skin and this perfume doesn’t develop at all in winter; it smells like excrement. When spring arrives, it changes radically… but it’s already out of season. Too bad!