I think I wanna be more than just like,, an aesthetic blog,,, maybe. So!! I’ll start with one of my top interests because duh.
Pastel Rumours by Sarah Baker
Whenever I first tried this perfume alongside its siblings (Peach’s Revenge and Rococo Pie), I was about to absolutely die over how good it was. Each of the three perfumes had a peach note; Peach’s Revenge smelt like a peach ring at first, turning oddly sharp at the end, and Rococo Pie was too light. Pastel Rumours was sweet, complex but not hard to understand. But whenever I tried it, I almost didn’t let myself like it- my mom kept making stank faces at it on my skin, saying it was too ‘sour.’
“Like… sour milk? Like rotten??”
“No, no, like… like sour candy? REALLY sour candy.”
I assumed she was picking up on the ginger, which was honestly one of my favorite parts. It was tart. However I was led by her opinion and didn’t go onto buying a full bottle (I was supposed to get one full-size perfume as a treat to myself). I still bought the biggest size decant on scentsplit, though— only 5 mL, but it’d do. But I was hesitant on wearing it again.
Until, I saw a quick review of it on TikTok by one of my favorite fragrance content creators. It was said by @smellyaries that Pastel Rumours was “The most photorealistic candy necklace (she’d) smellled.” Poof. All doubt left me. I spritzed it on and went over to my mom.
“I’m wearing that Pastel Rumours perfume again.”
“A lady said it smelled like a candy necklace.”
My mom leans in to sniff. Finally, she gasps the way I expected her to when she first smelled it. And finally, she beamed, giggling as if it’d been so obvious.
“It smells like a candy necklace!”
That’s all I can think of now. It’s powdery candy on a string, or a stick, or in a wrapper. It’s something sugary and inexplicable. It’s the random aroma you haven’t smelt since you were shorter than your home’s doorknobs, showing up again in a dream or nightmare to confuse you. It lures you to remember, but you just can’t figure it out. Can’t put your finger on it, it’s at the tip of your tongue, edge of your mind. You get a tummy ache that you associate with the smell too closely, and that makes it hurt more. Lay down and rest well with pastel dreams that keep prodding at you to remember where you saw them, where you smelt them. Who knows if you will, but there’s really no point of searching in the end, is there? Sugar creates cavities whether you remember its name or not.
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