Fresh air, grass, blossoms – summers in Germany visiting family!
I remember going to my grand-parents’ bathroom, showering myself with my Grandpa’s L’Habit Rouge de Guerlain, and showing off to the whole family.
The scent of walking into my late father’s art studio. The scent was a powerful: woody incense and sweet oil. I have launched a candle brand with my fragrance memory as the candle scent.
Whenever I head back to my hometown, the distinctive seaside smell always reminds me I’m home.
I am still in search for the jasmine that my friend who was 8 years old brought to Bulgaria from her aunt in Paris 1992.
Springtime African smells. We had beautiful Frangipani trees in our front garden and I had a jasmine growing outside my bedroom window and remember waking up to the heady scent everyday.
My favourite scent memory is walking home from school through the bushland after tropical rain. When the deluge stopped, all the dust would have settled and the air would be filled with an overwhelming scent of vibrant fresh eucalyptus.
My best fragrant memory is of Jasmine. The small white flowers making a canopy over my deckchair on a greek island, where I am sipping ouzo: the combined effect is positively intoxicating!