Memoir Man Amouage 2010

First of all, I have to say that I have never hit such a bull's eye with any other fragrance as with Amouage Memoir. In addition also that this is my first comment - to dedicate this memoir, is in view of the effect on my perception more than appropriate.

Unfortunately, the sense of being gets lost to a large extent with growing up. Responsibility for oneself and others, obligations and social constraints often make us forget what it was like to be a child. Everything seemed new and every moment was waiting with new impressions to marvel at and experience. A feeling full of curiosity and thirst for the next experience.
The first holiday, the first kiss and the first time ever to be in love were moments that stayed with us. Things that happened afterwards are compared, and only because you already know at the moment of the event that you have experienced them in one way or another.

Some things in life serve as comparison and others in life are compared. I would like to come back to this later.

I do not particularly believe in the attribution of characteristics on the basis of zodiac signs, but as a balance I always find it the balance. Feelings are rarely really good or bad. There is a balance, I would almost say a kind of indifference for the circumstances in which I find myself. As if the film of my life would run before me, while I sit on the couch and play on the mobile phone - I know what it is about, but to experience this really and with real emotions, would be something else and would trigger far more.

Being was lost, the reference to it dissolved through thoughts of career, family, future, fear and doubt.

Even though the last time was a long time ago, there was always a possibility for me personally to be a child outside and inside - Cannabis.

When I was high, the cloak of thought lay down and what remained was the pure essence of being, of experiencing, of the moment.
When I walked through a summer night in the light of the lanterns, I felt the tickle in my stomach as if I was 14 years old again. Every alleyway, every house lit up me, every feeling, every impression was new - everything was a first time again. I got to be a kid again. Naive, playful and above all secure at the moment.

When I first smelled Amouage Memoir, I just thought it was such a breathtakingly extraordinary fragrance that it was the counterpart to my vita. That was my first impression.
The absinthe, the incense, basil and tarragon in the beginning were so wonderfully embedded in each other that I immediately fell in love with this fragrance.

In that second I was allowed to experience the feeling of being a child, I had experienced something new and felt the scent flowing through my body. I have never experienced anything like this before and do not know how this extreme reaction comes about. What I do know is that Amouage Memoir has been more than just an outstanding perfume for me since that moment - it is a bridge to my inner child, a memory to pause in everyday life, to breathe deeply through and to become aware of the moment.

Amouage Memoir is my comparison, my new benchmark against which I will measure all other fragrances-