Thank you for visiting my page, if you are a perfume lover like me – feel free to read my story.
My nickname is Cocotte, and I was born in the Caribbean from where I’ve developed an extreme love for Scents for as long I can remember. The types that I was introduced to when I first arrived on the planet- lingered in my nose from time to time; such as– the rare aroma of the baby powder in which my mother used to marinate me, as if I was a fish getting ready to be deep fried. I cling to the memory of the delicate lavender deodorant. That stuff smelled so damn good it should’ve been used to invoke distant spirits. Unfortunately; I failed to value them at their true worth, because I thought I would’ve found better quality in America , but their toiletries slaughtered that ignorance. If I could turned back time I would be more appreciative, and I would learned how to make some of my favorite stuff like the cheap deodorant my mother used to saturate my armpits with, (because she couldn’t stand the smell of sweat) the Almond Soaps that such delicious aroma,it was always a pleasure to bathe in the outdoor tub . I wish had the recipe for those products. When I first came to America, my aunt had given me an Ivory soap and she claimed it was the US version of the Haitian almond (seriously?!) I didn’t argue with her but it was like wearing polyester as an alternative to silk, and ends up getting a nasty rash. I wanted to go back home because I could not adjust to the fact that I was always indoors – I was homesick. My family and friends claimed I was lucky that I was granted a US Visa, while many others got declined:
I was grateful to be in the Big Apple, but the loneliness was too overwhelming. I was alone for more than 8 hours in a 3 family house ,the walls were closing in on me … I felt trapped! The phone used to ring every 5 minutes mainly English speaking individuals, and I didn’t speak or understand a word of what they were saying. Life was not Perfect where I come from but I was surrounded by people who spoke the same language as me, and my communication line was always open but I was mute for at least 8 hours… the language barrier was the contributing factor Money was never a big issue because we never had access to too much of it- thus it was virtually impossible for us to live beyond our means-but nonetheless we had “Bourgoisie” mentality meaning (wealthy) I had no idea I was poor until I came to America. I had terrible nightmares! Coming from sharing a room with 2 siblings to sleeping in a Queen Size Bed alone was too much to bare– I was not comfortable using indoor bathroom . I was overwhelmed! I was very young ,childish and very ignorant– eventually I adjusted. But the real dilemma was that I was unable to find the French toiletries and the perfumes I grew up using and I was miserable. When I landed my first job a year later, a friend of the family referred me to Cosmetic Plus on fifth avenue and my prayers were answered!