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"Perfume: a mixture of fragrant essential oils and aroma compounds, fixatives, and solvents used to create, modify and recall memories" -MoS-
Full Bottle impressions based on full wearings of perfumes I own. Quick Sniff impressions based on testing samples I have bought or been offered by fellow perfumistas, unless stated otherwise.
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What a great find I made when I somehow got linked to your blog! Serendipitous for sure. I am very new to perfume addiction due to the fact that I worked in a clinical environment and was not allowed to wear any scents at all. I didn’t seem to mind, because most department store perfumes left me with serious sinus irritation. I didn’t know what I was missing since now I have found innumerable choices besides the obligatory fruity florals, which just didnt do a thing for me.
I remember as a child one of my fovorite scents was the smell of corn on the cob as the husk was peeled back just before the ear was tossed into the pot. I didn’t know it at the time, but now I recognize it as the smell of life- the transition from inert fertile dirt to a living respiring thing. It was the smell of transcendence, I think, that gripped me.
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Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment Ramona. And welcome to the world of beautiful perfumes. Natural smells, especially green ones, are my favourite too. Many perfumes manage to recreate the essence and feelings of natural smells without actually smelling like the original stimulus for this. I will be looking forward to your insightful comments.
I found this wonderful site after I wrote my novel; ‘The Memory of Scent’ and then googled to make sure nobody else had written one by the same name! I spend my life meandering in and out of a patchouli zone, because my head tells me I need to grow out of my ‘patchouli phase’ but the scent (and my heart) draws me right back in! (It features in my novel – from the first page!) My book is being launched in Co. Donegal, Ireland this friday 22 June…for anyone who find that scent permeates even their reading habits…and I know you’re out there!
Thank you for this site.
What a serendipitous encounter Lisa. I found your book this morning on Google. I do not know what exactly it is about yet but I will try to find out what I can. We should do something together!
Hi Lisa,
Just had to say congrats on your book launching! What an accomplishment, I will look for it because with that title how can you go wrong? It’s one of the reasons I came across tho blog- such an evocative title.
On another note, my father was born and raised down near Glengarriff, in a little place called Ardaturrish Beg. I have great memories of Ireland as we used to travel there when I was a child. I still remember to smells and sounds of the place; the fields stretching up the hills, abruptly ending in cliffs that dropped to the sea (or really Bantry Bay). Good luck with your book!
How fantastic Ramona….my father was born and raised in Schull which is about 16 miles from Glengarriff! My happiest summer holidays were spent in and around there (you must have visit Garinish Island on more than one occasion!). The only down-side was the trip from Donegal at the other end of the country which was my mother’s side of the house….over ten hours on really bad road! You must also remember the profusion of fuchsia and rhododendrons around West Cork? And honeysuckle – the flower of my childhood.
Yes, I remember all kinds of wonderful vistas, smells, sounds, and the feel of the stone walls my father helped build when he was a young boy. He was the oldest of 11 (!) and left Ireland when he was 16. Wouldnt it amazing if your father and mine had known each other?! I have often wanted to go back but I am afraid it would all be different now, which is at it should be, but I think it would crush me to see everything that I loved- the space, the uninterrupted sky, the pastoral sounds and smells, the early morning silence, the chickens that roosted in the shell of an old defunct 1940′s sedan-! My granny and grandad gone and everything they worked for now holiday homes or some such other development. Selfish of me I am sure but I cant help it. We did a fair bit of traveling and I remember Donegal and the almost lunar landscape, of I am remembering correctly? Lots of rock, beautifully bleak?
Your book sounds wonderfully interesting- I just looked it up and it sounds like a great read! Good luck with your current work
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