Diary Entry: “Parade” I still remember the first time I smelt Parade at the Celine boutique in Mall of the Emirates. It was a door.🚪 An invisible door that opened straight into a memory from 2018. The Bvlgari Resort. I used to go there after work, exhausted but longing for stillness. It became my secret ritual… a tea by the water, a pause between who I was and who I was becoming. All of Celine’s perfumes are exquisite, but Parade… Parade is personal. The first breath of bergamot and neroli feels like sunlight after rain. Then comes the grounding of vetiver, musk, and oak moss; like exhaling after holding your breath too long. Every note carries a piece of that time, a chapter of learning to soften, to surrender, to breathe again. It’s strange how scent can take you back not just to a place, but to the exact version of yourself that once stood there.