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I’ve become a little obsessed with scent of late. It all started with the fabulous BBC Four documentary, ‘Perfume’. I found all three episodes fascinating… how perfumers create scents, the chemistry behind this process, the incredibly fierce marketing machine that brings these perfumes to the public and the changing shape of the global fragrance market… all of it was thoroughly interesting.One episode in particular really captured my imagination. Listening to people talk about the, often very personal, memories they attached to a particular perfume reminded me just how special scent can, and probably should, be. Particular smells really do have the power to transport you to another place, another time even, conjuring up images of loved ones and precious moments from the past.

The scent memories on the documentary fascinated me and prompted me to think about some of my own.

Some are glamorous. Like my mother wearing Givenchy III {a stunning scent now tragically discontinued}. In my mind she is this fragrance, it is so much a part of her. Mum has never worn scent on a daily basis so this is the smell of her getting ready to go out with my father. It’s the scent of having supper early and being in our pyjamas ready for the babysitter to arrive. It’s watching my mother dress for the evening. I have one particular image of her in a yellow and white patterned skirt, the fabric billowing around her as she hurries around her room gathering her shoes and handbag in earnest.

Some are not. Like the smell of garlic frying in a hot pan, or the earthy scent of the wax from a Barbour jacket that make me feel like my Dad is close. They create such a powerful reaction in me it’s as if he’s alive and in the room, brushing past me but just out of reach.

The more I pondered the role of perfume in my life the more dissatisfied I became with my current collection of scent. I have an ample, but not excessive, collection of fragrance. There’s a little Chanel, some Agent Provocateur and a sprinkling of YSL. Vivienne Westwood has received serious attention in recent years. I have some cheap and cheerful solid perfumes from Lush which make me smile.

But do I truly LOVE any of them?

Now I’m not so sure.

One thing I do know is that I want to create a new scent memory. I’m embarking on a quest to find the perfect fragrance for our wedding. It will become the scent that takes me back to that day, to that moment with Mr. LA and all the people we love. So it has to be good.

The beautiful perfume reviews posted by Grace London and Get Lippie have inspired me to begin my search a little off the beaten track. I think I secretly harbor after something a little obscure. You know… the sort of scent that will prompt people to stop you in the street and ask what you’re wearing.

Although, mostly I just want Mr. LA to nuzzle into me at the end of the night and whisper ‘you smell amazing’. Here’s hoping.

In the meantime, I intend to document some of my adventures in perfume right here on Loveaudrey. There will be a handful of perfume-related tales, my personal perfume history {it’s colourful, I can tell you} and perhaps even a sprinkling of reviews.

But it’s not all about me. I’d really love to share some of your scent memories too. Maybe there’s a particular smell that takes you back to childhood or a perfume that reminds you of falling in love? What scent did you wear on your wedding day? Are there any fragrances that conjure up unhappy memories for you? If you’re interested in contributing please drop me an email {[email protected]}, or if you’re feeling shy just tell me all about it in the comments!

Loveaudrey xxx

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