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 CHRISTMAS GIFTS IN THE SEVENTIES

Ah, those wonderful Christmasses of our youth, when we spent our pocket money on gifts for our friends. Much favoured were bubble bath, bath salts, novelty soap or shampoo, and talc. I adored the scent of Faberge's Kiku and Xanadu ranges, and still use them now- when I can get hold of them. 

 Here are a few more scents that remind me of the 1970s-

Morny French Fern

Aqua Manda

Boots No. 7 Original Formula Rose

Coty Sweet Earth

Blue Grass

Does anyone else find that certain perfumes take them straight back to people, places or events in their past?

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