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Lauren Carbran- Editor, SCENTS blog

My best scent memory is when I first met my boyfriend (now my fiancé), on holiday. He was wearing Paco Rabanne 1 Million and I instantly fell in love with it. So now the scent reminds me of all our amazing moments together when our relationship started – we climbed up a mountain, hiked through stunning waterfalls and had our first lunch date overlooking a historic town. Now he wears it every day because he knows how much I love it (he loves it too, of course) and he even made sure he was wearing it when he proposed to me on top of a snow-capped mountain. I’ll be making sure that he wears it on our wedding day!

Lauren and Phil

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Marina Barcenilla

One of my most treasured scent memories is the smell of patchouli, which reminds me of my mum.
The angriest I remember seeing her was when my sister and I smashed (by accident) a tiny vial of patchouli oil which mum had treasured for over a decade, whoops!
It was small, maybe a couple of ml, but the house smelled of patchouli for weeks.
Our mum cried because she was so upset, my sister and I cried because mum was so angry with us, our dad cried tears of laughter because he thought the whole thing was amusing, and after a few days, we all cried because the smell just would-not-go-away!

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Sarah Baker

One of my strongest scent memories is of blooming lilac in springtime in my hometown Buffalo, NY.
We had a large lilac bush outside my childhood home, but lilac bushes are everywhere in Buffalo.

There is a dramatic blossoming event that anyone who has witnessed will remember.
The reason it’s so extraordinary is that Buffalonians will have just come out of a very long, grey, and cold winter (as always) and the blooming flowers mark the beginning of the new season.
The lilacs are so pungent, wafting through the air, and with the warm spring temperatures everyone’s windows will all be open.
I have such a strong memory of this springtime olfactory event, that no lilac interpretations in perfumery have accurately represented it for me.

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Rachel Thomas

One of my favourite scent memories is a combination of sandalwood and incense…it reminds me of a folk festival I used to go to every year where the shops and stalls carried this lovely woody, smokey scent. More recently, these two notes remind me of a trip to Mysore in India back in 2014.

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Sir Michael Colman

One of my earliest scent memories is from my boyhood, when we’d buy a quarter pound of traditional mint Bullseye sweets from the village shop. Back in those days they’d always use peppermint oil grown and made in England, which was much purer and stronger than the oil used in most confectionery today. It’s taken us over 20 years to grow, harvest and distill that same high quality peppermint on our Hampshire farm. Walking through those fields in the late summer, the smell of our Black Mitcham peppermint is quite incredible. It was this that inspired us to invite perfumer Ruth Mastenbroek to create a signature Summerdown lemongrass and mint fragrance for our natural body, bath & home range.

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Alice du Parcq

One of my most treasured special scent memories is the smell of mushrooms. As a kid, my dad, sister and I would go mushroom picking, we’d go foraging between September and late October before the first frost arrived. We’d get up at 5’oclock in the morning and we’d go walking for miles and miles in forests around London and the smell of those damp forest floors and the mushroom scent, it’s like this special prize smell and I will always remember it. I will always treasure those wonderful scent memories with my dad and my sister.

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Lynn Simpson

My scent memories include when I was a child going to parks and smelling roses, collecting the petals and putting them in a glass mixing sugar & water and loving the lovely smells. I thought I could mix a lovely fragrance.

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Alice Du Parcq

One of my favourite scent memories is the smell of my Mum and Dad’s wisteria that hangs over their front door. It’s over the house that I grew up in and they still have it! Dad has looked after this wisteria so well, he took a cutting from my Grandads wisteria from his place in France so it’s very precious to all of us. The smell of it when you walk underneath is steamy, sweet, hypnotic, and so deep and rich that it takes your breath away. It’s so fleeting because the flowers only come for a few days and then they will go grey and papery and they disappear in the air. You wait for the whole year to smell it and it’s so worth it. 

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Lori Woodhouse

I’m from the west coast of Canada so, as you can imagine, growing up surrounded by nature a lot of my scent memories are tied to nature. It actually rains a lot on the West coast, and this one for me is all about rain. The smell of petrichor, the earth after the rain, this earthy wet smell. No matter where I am in the world, after the rain, it instantly transports me back to the West coast where a piece of my heart is.

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Maxine Hustwayte

My scent memories bring back a warmth and a fondness of myself and my Boxer dog Ellie-May. We are in the rain, walking down that country lane, smelling the sweet aroma of honey suckle, but never finding or seeing where it is nuzzled but that very same spot would waft a sweet fragrance that you could never forget. We always looked forward to passing by and experiencing such a scent that would encourage you to lift your nose and send you into a scented magical spell-whirl.

Continuing to walk and smell the freshness of the pine trees that were dotted along the lane, watching Ellie-May enjoying and capturing the scents with a lift of her nose and a flair of her nostrils, twinkle in her eyes, as if also to show her appreciation of the scents that surround us. 

Wild roses waiving out of the hedgerows, magically releasing their scent, beckoning you to go over and cup them into your hand and inhale the sweet scent, which enticed you to grasp once more and smell again in disbelief, that this rose scent could be so sweet. 

Watching Ellie-May trot up and stop and sniff into the wild fern fanned out appropriately positioned at the edge of the lane and lifting her head as if to breathe the scent, both of us enjoying and capturing these wonderful scents, as we walked along this beautiful scent fest. 

Now, Ellie May has gone over the rainbow bridge and I walk alone down this fragranced country lane, with each of these scents bringing back a memory of her and reminding me of how much we enjoyed our scented moments together. 

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