The Fragrance Foundation UK



April 2018

Claire Vukcevic

I grew up in a house that was originally a forge, built in the middle of the Irish Famine in 1846. My abiding scent memory is not of perfumes but of certain domestic smells surrounding the house and its rural setting – the scent of radiators heating up, boxes of gently-corroding school essays in the study, saddle soap, tack rooms, coal fires, sweaty horse flank, and our back kitchen, piled high with root vegetables in storage and failed yoghurt experiments. My mother is very sensitive to this, but the house was always freezing – you could see your breath when you exhaled. But it was a home full of love, and that’s what really matters. The perfumes that give me a Proustian shudder are all ones that evoke one of these smell memories for me. Chanel Cuir de Russie reminds me of the horses I rode out for a local racing stables, while Slumberhouse New Sibet reminds me of the eerie smell of potatoes and deserted tack rooms. And every time I smell Montale’s Aoud Cuir d’Arabie, I am reminded of the way the air inside our lunchboxes smelled on the day before school started, after a long summer of sweating, closed, and unaired, in a dark closet. I am sure that the creators of these perfumes would be very surprised to hear it, but these perfumes smell 100% Irish to me.

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Shannon Peters

When my boyfriend and I moved in to our new flat earlier this year, we received Aesop’s Olous room spray as a moving in gift. Eager to mask that ‘new home’ smell, I was quick to spray every inch of every room with the stuff. With a few top-up spritzes every other day since, its blend of heavenly galbanum, grapefruit and jasmine hasn’t just lingered, but it’s basically nuzzled its way into every crevice and every fibre. Now, every time I open the front door, I’m reminded of that same excitement I felt when we were first handed the keys.
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Carson Parkin-Fairley

My mother and I would make rose ’perfume’ together. We would go to the garden and pick the tender, fragrant petals, take them back and pour hot water over them. The soft, fresh aromas would rise in a plume of rosy steam. Creating this bond with rose at such a young age, means I cannot help but fall for a rose perfume of any variant.

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