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Vanilla was the scent of my girlhood. My backpacks were littered with the carcasses of vanilla lip gloss tubes squeezed of their last sticky drops, my shower stocked with vanilla body washes. Half-full bottles of Victoria's Secret vanilla body sprays rolled around the grimy tile floors of my school's gym locker room.

And during my middle and high school years, when she wanted to treat me, my mom would take me to Starbucks and let me order myself a Vanilla Bean Frappuccino with extra whipped cream, a fancy milkshake from what felt to me like a very grown-up cafe. Sweet, soothing, and sensual, vanilla was inescapable. But none of it was real.



Those scents and flavors of my girlhood were almost all synthetic, a sweeter, safer, more sanitized version of vanilla. Unlike the vanilla I grew up coveting, real vanilla doesn't come packed in plastic. It comes from an orchid plant, wrapped around rainforest vines that rely on thick canopy cover, tireless human labor, and a delicate balance of wet and dry.

Perfumer Christina Christie still remembers the first time she smelled the real thing. It had notes of suede. It was nothing like a Victoria's Secret.

"When you open up an actual bean, it's so leathery and smokey," Christie says. "I was completely blown away." In the Sava region of northern Madagascar, those vanilla beans drive the economy.

During "good years" like 2017 and 2018, when prices are high, thousands of farmers will do "extremely well and make immense profits," conservation .

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