Stora Skuggan Azalai conjured forth such a very specific image for me. Does anyone else remember Peaches & Cream Barbie from the 1980s? I don't know if she had a specific scent, but Azalai is the fantasy aroma of that resplendent, frothy, pale coral gown she wore. Saffron-infused honey, champagne-candied apricots, and a golden halo of spun sugar amber clouds filtered to a honeyed, hazy glow through countless layers of delicate fabric, gossamer veils of tulle, and organza. Sheer and luminous, light and dreamy, this is everything little-me dreamed was so special about that doll. Even if I did eventually chop her hair off and marry her off to a small, plastic Lando Calrissian, only for her to disappear under mysterious circumstances on a skiing trip in the French Alps during their honeymoon.
Stora Skuggan Azalai conjured forth such a very specific image for me. Does anyone else remember Peaches & Cream Barbie from the 1980s? I don't know if she had a specific scent, but Azalai is the fantasy aroma of that resplendent, frothy, pale coral gown she wore. Saffron-infused honey, champagne-candied apricots, and a golden halo of spun sugar amber clouds filtered to a honeyed, hazy glow through countless layers of delicate fabric, gossamer veils of tulle, and organza. Sheer and luminous, light and dreamy, this is everything little-me dreamed was so special about that doll. Even if I did eventually chop her hair off and marry her off to a small, plastic Lando Calrissian, only for her to disappear under mysterious circumstances on a skiing trip in the French Alps during their honeymoon.