Poison was the fragrance of choice for every second girl in my early high school years. I wasn't overly fond of it then - imagine the combination of that sillage monster, heavy handed teenagers and the tropical sun
I still find it cloying and headache inducing. But every time I catch the scent on someone else I remember classrooms with long windows open to the sun and wind. I remember eating peanut butter lunches on the balcony outside the fifth form rooms with green hills rising above us, watching the boys play football in the school next door. I remember giggling and whispering secrets and sneaking in teen magazines that prim teachers would confiscate and indulgent ones pretend not to see.
I almost want to get myself a sample. Perhaps a drop on a handkerchief on the top shelf of my closet.
I still find it cloying and headache inducing. But every time I catch the scent on someone else I remember classrooms with long windows open to the sun and wind. I remember eating peanut butter lunches on the balcony outside the fifth form rooms with green hills rising above us, watching the boys play football in the school next door. I remember giggling and whispering secrets and sneaking in teen magazines that prim teachers would confiscate and indulgent ones pretend not to see.I almost want to get myself a sample. Perhaps a drop on a handkerchief on the top shelf of my closet.









