A decadent treat!
I remember Coty Emeraude as my very first fragrance, given to me in a gift box set from a family friend, around 1984. I can’t remember much about the cologne duo, except that I wasn’t enamored with the packaging.....or the fragrance. I was too fascinated with my mom’s sculptural bottle of Nina Ricci L’Air du Temps, hidden in her bedroom cabinet, and sniffing around, and clumsily applying the pink rose petal cream lipstick she kept on her vanity - a smear around the mouth and a dab on each cheek, then blend. So, into my top mirror dresser drawer went the Emeraude set. To its left was an array of folded pastel and neon lace hair ribbons, mostly pinks and whites - because that was the IT thing in those days, what with my Madonna and Cyndi Lauper posters, doomed to be torn down within the space of a year, and replaced aggressively with the Heavy Metal madness and Satanic Panic that lined the walls of my chamber, top to bottom. Yes, the madness had begun! The bath oil dates of an earlier formula, bergamot forward, but with enough going on underneath that I’m reminded of why I fell hard for the house of UNUM and owned two bottles of Opus 1144 in the original packaging, before the house’s makeover and the formula became a screechy, laundered white musk bed sheet. Speaking of bed sheets, I had Strawberry Shortcake. :)