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.
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.
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.