Strawberry Soda
Fragrance notes
Character
You spritz this and for a fleeting, glorious moment you are twelve years old again, wrist-deep in a gas station ice chest, the glass bottle sweaty and beaded with cold. Strawberry Soda opens with a sharp, effervescent fizz of sparkling water that immediately lifts the synthetic but perfectly nostalgic strawberry note. It is not the jammy, sun-warmed fruit of a farmer’s market but the candied, almost neon red syrup of a slushie machine, and that distinction is the entire point. The Ice accord works overtime as a cooling aquatic whisper, keeping the sweetness from cloying into cough syrup territory. The whole affair dries down to a faint, clean, vaguely fruity skin scent that evaporates faster than a cheap popsicle on a July sidewalk, which is its tragic flaw. With a reported longevity of 2.33 and sillage of 2.34, you will need to reapply this every hour to maintain the illusion of having just opened a can of Fanta. That is simply the price of admission for a fragrance this unabashedly joyful. This is a daytime-only, hot-weather-only, no-occasion-required scent for someone who wants to smell like a carefree afternoon, not a sophisticated evening. Skip it if you demand performance or prefer your strawberries roasted and woody. Wear it to the farmer’s market, the roller rink, or a lazy picnic where the only ambition is to finish your book before the ice melts.
