Every time I smell Angel by Thierry Mugler I am 16 again and fell feminine for the very first time!
My scent memory has to be the smell of my new born daughter, Aurelia. I suppose it must be something biological but she smelt of honey, sugared almonds, freshly baked bread, sunshine, honeysuckle and everything that is golden, delicious and addictive. I could not stop smelling her. I will never forget it and I still half expect to smell it when I lean over and smell the top of her head now, a year and a half later. Sadly that scent has gone but it shall stay forever etched on my memory.
Every time I smell J’adore Dior it makes me think of my auntie. It’s her scent… and it always makes me smile no matter what day I have.
Growing up in Australia, some of my first scent memories are of natural fragrances occurring in the Australian outdoors.
We had a farm house that was surrounded by tall cypress trees and their resinous, green, pine scent.
The smell of lanolin from the merino sheeps wool was always distinctive in the shearing shed. Spending many summers at our beach house on the South Coast, there was always a salty, freshness to the air mixed with eucalyptus and wattle.
I have always loved the powerful, emotional impact a fragrance can have on our lives. Fragrance has the ability to let us time travel in the blink of an eye. One of my favourite scent memories will always be the beautiful green and earthy notes of fig trees that softly filled the air of the stunning venue where i married my husband in Santorini. Any fig fragrance will instantly evoke the memory of that beautiful island and to that joyful day that we shared with our friends and family. I look forward to making many more wonderful scent memories
Imagine a summer night in the countryside. Air is thick and fog slowly sweeps over the meadows. Now think about the smell surrounding yourself. For me, one particular scent of a sweet-smelling flower in these summer nights is one of my most vivid childhood memories. Staying up late, enjoying long days and short nights followed by the sweet and gentle scent of meadowsweets.
“One of my more vivid scent memories is of an afternoon walk from my school. It was my seventh birthday and I could not wait to get home and start the birthday celebrations; to open all my presents and to have a slice of cake. As I walked home through a nearby church garden, I suddenly ran into this beautiful cloud of a floral scent, so sweet and delightful. I instantly thought it was the most beautiful perfume I had ever smelt. Ignoring the birthday excitement, I started searching for the source of the smell. At some point, I looked down at my feet and noticed these tiny purple flowers in the grass. I remember sitting there on the cold grass amongst the violet flowers for a few moments, admiring their beauty, and thinking to myself how such tiny flowers can produce a fragrance so intense and beautiful.”
My favourite scent memory is quite a recent one. My Husband and I were wed in Scotland last year and the candles we used to scent Achnagairn Castle in Inverness, our wedding venue brings back the fondest of memories.
We chose to use candles by Penhaligon’s, ‘Christmas is in the air’ and ‘Lavandula’ scents. Guests repeatedly commented on how beautiful these scents were as they filled everything from the rehearsal dinner space, the corridors of the guest’s room, to the ceremony.
Scent became a big part of the day and enhanced the atmosphere and memories too! Every time I burn the candles at home I am transported back to that happy time in the Highlands.
The crisp salty smell of a wetsuit transports me immediately to the Cornish seaside where my family and I spent summers surfing and camping in the fresh Atlantic air. Even just thinking about the smell of the material takes me back to the sand dunes, the pasties and endless games of UNO!
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