Hazeline Snow melts on the skin…

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In the early 60s, my aunt who lived with us would have the same regime every afternoon. At 3 pm sharp, after pounding the chillies and the bawangs and cooking a sumptuous Peranakan lunch for everyone, she would take a cold bath. The cold bath was to dip an old empty Lam Soon tin into a barrel of cold water. There was no water heater at that time. If one was sick, a kettle of boiled water would be poured into the barrel for a warm bath. 
For her make up regime, she would whip out her favourite foundation which was of course Hazeline Snow. The promise was that just a little ‘Hazeline’ would brighten one’s complexion. She would smother a blob of snowy white textured cream on her face and presto! The ‘snow’ would soften her skin making her skin fair and ‘brightened’. She would spend a little time wrapping her sarong, put on her kebaya and kerosang carefully and as a finale, dab a pinch of Evening in Paris onto her earlobes. It would be off to meet up with her cronies. Her friends lived at a grocery shop in Lorong 40. I really wonder what they have to talk about every day. But my aunt looked forward to this meeting daily. Hazeline Snow at that time can be bought at Medical Stores. And the vintage Evening of Paris parfum was the iconic fragrance worn by many. I could still remember this long lost memory-evoking fragrance, sweet yet woody with a tinge of sandalwood. Sigh!


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