I had forgotten the smell of Aramis that my dad used to wear when I was younger – smelling it again really took my back.
An explosion of spices (cardamon, cloves, cinnamon) in the curries that were on the stove when I walked through the front door after school.
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.
My most vibrant scent memory is that of my Grandmother, I remember the warm heady and enveloping smell of her doused in YSL Opium! This classy smell went perfectly with her jewellery and peep toe heels.
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.