Don’t judge me but Bodyshop Fuzzy Peach was so influential when I was in school. If you didn’t smell of it you weren’t in the cool gang! Anything peachy now makes me smile.
I had forgotten the smell of Aramis that my dad used to wear when I was younger – smelling it again really took my back.
Love trying raw ingredients in the Academy course. Raw Patchouli brought back memories of childhood walks in the forest.
An explosion of spices (cardamon, cloves, cinnamon) in the curries that were on the stove when I walked through the front door after school.
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.
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.
Growing up as a kid accompanying my dad in the car to get petrol and sticking my nose out of the window whilst he filled up the tank.