We conclude our seven part series, Fragrances of our Fathers. Thank you to all the contributors, all who shared with our readers the meaning of filial love, through the fifth sense. It’s as adults, that we realize that these strong olfactive memories, are time in a bottle. To our fathers and grandfathers, we are forevever connected.
Whether they wore a suit and tie or overalls they were our heroes. We waited for their return each night, or watched them get ready for a night on the town. Snapshots of their scents …we close our eyes and they are with us, and even a grown man feels very small. The aroma of crisp white shirts, a Cuban cigar, the smell of hay fields and the unforgettable aroma of Old Spice wafts our way. Close your eyes. Daddy’s home
Although many of us in the global fragrance community have been writing about the resurgence of Natural Perfumery as a ‘lost’ Art for nearly a decade, it it is now a ‘growing’ trend that has reached mainstream media. As our lives have been taken over by increasing isolation, technology (there have been more technologic advances over the the past five years than in the past 5000), and products that are mass produced without soul nor passion, the artisnal movement has been gaining momentum since the year 2000. It will not slow down, that I assure you. To refuse to acknowledge it, is burying your head in the sand.
CaFleureBon will be one of the participating sites that will explore The Mystery of Musk, a ‘scentual’ internet project put together by Anya McCoy, president of The Natural Perfumer’s Guild in celebration of NPG’s 4th birthday
I’ve probably written well over 500 reviews at this point in my perusal of perfumes and most of the time when I write about them I am able to turn a dispassionate critical eye towards them. Then there are the rare fragrances that hit me so deeply in a memory and do such a good …
There is a saying that every sibling has a different 'mother'. Some are biological, some are not. Some are with us, some have departed this earth. Yet, most often the memories of our mothers can be evoked in a moment, by our most primeval sense…our sense of smell. Author Daphne Du Maurier wrote,"If only there could be an …
