Memoir Woman Amouage 2010 Eau de Parfum

I often get upset, and if I didn't have a low blood pressure by nature, the whole perfume hobby would get on my pump. What do I get upset about? About prejudices, horrendous prices, arrogance and co. I am sometimes against it on principle when I have to read for the hundredth time praise for 4€/ml fragrances and completely prejudiced negative tirades for 0.4€/ml fragrances. It annoys me because I am still convinced that we should all test blindly much more often, if not always, and only then find out the brand and price. Amouage, Xerjoff, Roja have already received a lot of criticism from me, I stand by that. I am - like all of us here - not a trained perfumer and just because I can distinguish rose and geranium better over the years, that does not make me an expert. That's why I think it never hurts to always look at the whole thing with a little humility and not to be carried away by the opinion of the masses. Nevertheless, there are always interfaces from time to time and Memoir is definitely one of them, for me. The scent reminds me of (also in advertising) Harry Potteresque dark arts, and fantastic literary settings of the fight of good against evil. Incense in dark form, little sweetness but a certain warmth. A grey coat, around my shoulders on a cool night, in the alleys of the old town, passing a lonely old man, in front of the bar with his last cigar, the rain of the last days seeping in the trees, it's time to go home, light another candle, write a few pages, then read, I turn off the light, until dawn