Fragrance of our Fathers Part 3 + MayDeep by Sarah Horowitz Perfumes Giveaway

 

 

They were Soldiers, lovers, mentors; mothers, fathers, daughters and sons share their most treasured memories in this evocative edition of Fragrances of our Fathers. A young daughter recalls the safety of being held in her father’s arms and a beardless young boy and his dad “shave” together; scented memories that are indelibly etched into our hearts. The smell of cherry pipe tobacco pervade; the scented  love letters, the aroma of the ocean, orange blossoms, mint  'lifesavers'  and the unmistakable  fragrance of Dior’s Eau Sauvage celebrate remarkable men…our dads.

Today's give away is a rare opportunity… Sarah Horowitz Perfumes is making available  her latest fragrance..MayDeep, the first, woody, rich, masculine sex-in-a bottle. This scent is  a limited edition to her customers, sans custom packaging, nor  known  outside of her own clients. This fragrance is hand crafted and blended, and had a high concentration of naturals including agarwood, orris, oakmoss and vanilla and a favorite of Michelyn's . It is currently available solely through http://sarahhorowitzperfumes.com or by phone,  so if you don't win the  draw  for the EDP, enter  "MayDeep" on the custom page, and thats how to get it. You must leave a comment on site…..

 

Photo: Courtesy of Sarah Horowitz

 

“I am perhaps 7 years old, and he is in his study; it is fall, and I can smell the autumn leaves crushed on his boots, the crispness of the fall air on his skin, and the scent of his pipe swirling around him.  I am safe, and I am warm, and I am with my father   There is nothing that can bring him to me faster than  the scent of cherry vanilla pipe tobacco    , and it calls up a longing in me for that time." – Sarah Horowitz-Thran, Perfumer and owner of Sarah Horowitz Perfumes

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are certain smells an Army brat of a certain age associates with her father: black Kiwi shoe polish, Brasso, the smell of a canvas duffel bag signaling yet another "business trip".

 

Likewise, there are scents associated with a father who's a planner, an archivist, a historian, the "institutional memory" of various and sundry groups. A collection of leather bound city maps ca. 1850, boxes of old photos wafting the faint smell of developers.

 

All of this is overlaid with the smell of a wonderful cherry pipe tobacco he smoked in better, younger, healthier days; a smell that was sweet, woody, comforting…one that made him a bit more approachable. A can could always be found in the bottom desk drawer of each of his offices and it ALWAYS travelled with him.

 

 Photo: courtesy of Mary Beth Devine

 

 

I ran into an old acquaintance of his about a year ago. They were respectful adversaries back in the day. I re-introduced myself. He said he had seen Da on the street a while back and asked how he was. "Enh.", I replied. His face changed and he said, “I still can smell his tobacco." So it goes – Mary Beth Devine, Friend-in-Fragrance

 

 

 

"Papa Sauvage"

 

When I smell "Eau Sauvage", I immediately connect with my Dad. It literally triggers "sauvage" olfactive memories of him. My dad the adventurer, the outdoor sport amateur coming out of his shower/bathroom, he just smelled so "sauvage" to me.

 

 

Photo: Courtesy of Francois Dusquesne

 

There has not been any fragrance created since Eau Sauvage that have such a perfect evocative name. (or maybe Timbuktu of l'Artisan?).- Francois Dusquesne, Friend–in-Fragrance, Entrepreneur

 

 

My father Guy Vannier wears"The Eternal Love of Taj Mahal; this fragrance reminds him lots of odors when he’s used to travel. He was a researcher, a biologist, and has travelled all over the world to study the life of little animals like scorpions. Sometimes, he needs to smell the scent of ocean, of the stones and the flowers which were around these animals – Annie Vannier, owner of Romea D Ameaur Perfumes

 

My dad has never been a fragrance wearing guy. There was nary a bottle of cologne or even aftershave in his medicine cabinet while I was growing up. To this day, the most aromatic item in his bathroom is his shampoo. But there are specific scents I associate with my dad that are as powerful as what might have been his signature fragrance. A freshly peeled grapefruit, pipe tobacco, WintOGreen LifeSavers, and orange blossoms embody my childhood memories of him, and come to think of it, these notes would make a gorgeous men's fragranceTrish Vawtner, blogger www.scenthive.com

 

 

 

 

My father's fragrance was equal parts Noxzema shaving creme, Hai Karate, Old Spice or Brut Aftershave followed by English Leather. As a young boy I would stand next to him with my plastic double edge shaver with a cardboard blade scraping Noxzema off my hairless face. After we were done he would splash some of the selected after shave in my hand we would slap it on our face and let out twin "Ahhhs!".

 

 

 

 

The final step was two sprays of English Leather to the chest. As an adult the only part of this ritual that remains is the double edge shaver, with a real blade these days, and the satisfied "Ahhh!" when I apply my fragrance. – Mark Behnke, Managing Editor of CaFleurebon

 

 Photo: Courtesy of Shelley Waddington

 

 

 

a handsome, charismatic young Marine Lieutenant ships out to the European Front,

 

returns to his bride after four long years, fathers his daughter,

 

and passes mysteriously away.

under medals, medallions, and a Remington Colt revolver, lies one dried rose,

 

 

 

pressed between cherished love letters from the Normandy front,

 

bundled carefully  in ribbon,  tucked  away in the cedar hope chest.

 

aromatic souvenir of love.

 Shelley Waddington, Perfumer and Owner of Carmel Perfumers

 

– Michelyn Camen, Editor-in-Chief

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  • o my shelly, you had me in tears! And Mary Beth, cherry tobacco is such a delicious and sexy scent to me, so manly, i love it. My favorite uncle smelled of this. what memories Michelyn is uncovering from the perfume industry's o so real people! thank you all, this is so touching!

  • These wonderful scent associations are all deeply moving.  I was especially riveted by the image of Mark & his dad sharing a twin shave. 
    Thanks for sourcing such a meaningful topic, Michelyn.

  • I remember the first time my dad taught (and trusted) me to light his cigar and pour him a scotch.. The araoma from both of these was so "adult." And these scents so complex and so unique to me. 
    I always looked forward when he would asked me to participate in this ritual. These are the bonding moments we treasure.
    Thanx Michelyn for the opportunity to honor our fathers!

  • My Dad smelled like Old Spice – fragarances come and go and I still love that one.  He loved all things nutty and sweet so I also remember smells of coconut bread baking and fruitf cake making that will always evoke him for me.  What a lvoely olfactive journey to send me on  Thank you

  • Shelley, my heart is crying with your sad and beautiful words….
    What a collage of fatherly aromas – cherry tobacco, the ocean and stones, Brasso, Noxema, the scent of "sauvage," Old Spice, Brut, leather maps, lifesavers, a cedar hope chest…..I think a novelist could find a wealth of inspiration here!!

  • It's so amazing how scents play a great part in our lives — they have the power to evoke and anchor. Few things are capable of that, no?
    Thanks to all for sharing your innermost olfactive memories!

  • Christine says:

    Shelley , i simply adored your words …. so romantic !!! "aromatic souvernir of love" , love that phrase!!!
    Great series of articles .. and lovely photos ( particularly vintage ones !!! priceless )

  • Shelley, such beauty and mystery in the poetic remembrance of your father.  I hope to smell your perfumes some day!
    My father is an Eau Sauvage man as well.  He can dress in an Hermes tie and Ralph Lauren suede jacket, and then run out in his battered Barbour coat to cut 7 acres of hay on his tractor.  

  • My father was a surgeon, a vascular specialist – I used to go on rounds with him in the hospital. And when he came home, and perhaps I was asleep, or nearly so, I can recall several scents — one, the scent of wool, from his jackets; and these might be tinged with fragrances of tobacco, since back then, many doctors smoked — in the Physician's Lounge. But there might be the subtlest after scent of ethanol, rubbing alcohol, combined with surgical soap, that was nearly scentless, but had a kind of dusted, indescribable character about it. Phisoderm — another cleanser, for surgeons — that would be more bitter, a harder and more chemical fragrance. Another scent, interestingly enough, could be the fragrance of surgical gloves, that did indeed have a powder that was used on them. Dad — now — is a sailor, farmer, outdoorsman, gardener. And now the scent might be a hint of warmed cotton, lit by sun, grasses and cut hay, the resin of trimmed pines, dirt and enriched soil — the combination of which is very dense and complex, yet subtle notes — just on the glancing wind of a whiff. 
    Everything goes back to the earth, and there are the richest scents that lie within. 
    Tim Girvin | Decatur Island / http://www.girvin.com/blog/?cat=10