Purple Mémoire Floris 2025

Some fragrance names hold a premonition and possible resolution within.
A bit pretentious is the combination of English and French words in the hope of suggesting an exclusive bonbonnière in the minds of the customers.

Let's start with this.
How does the following sound?
Just let it sit for a moment, then wildly combine it.

Purple Memory
Pourpre Mémoire
Purpur Erinnerung

Oh Floris, wouldn't it be time to think about saving the supporting pillars of the house instead of such wordplay?
For this fragrance certainly does not align with tradition.
Moreover, Caron has already beaten you to the concept with Pour Un Homme de Caron Le Soir.

But never mind, the goal is to keep the beautiful lavender only in memory.
Why only?

Sizzle!

Fantastic lavender in Caron quality!
Insane, the bloom and leaves exude a minute of high feelings.

Exactly, for one minute.

Then enveloping citrus fruits follow, which you, dear Floris house, manage effortlessly.
Delicate, slightly sweet, cloud-like powdery.
The next minutes are a wonderful dance of lavender in Spanish citrus gardens.

Minute four.

The tutorial girls in 1990s retro mood storm the peaceful atmosphere and give lavender a kick in the butt.
From here on, it may quietly whimper in the corner bench and watch as its garden is plowed in an Ibiza-like quarrelsome manner.

So long ya ol‘ bloody f.t!

A little attempt.
An initial interjection.
Caution, earworm danger!

Dididadada?

The aforementioned tutorials interpret the standards of their mothers, who, still in the tradition of Samsara Eau de Toilette in the early 1990s, brought to life numerous promenades a little bit new rich with Mugler wasp waist, razor-sharp shoulder pads, and voluminous hairstyles.
Only that new chemicals were used here.
And they are quite loud!
Where to begin, where to end?

Let's start with the pore-clogging foundation.
Remember, we're talking about the early 1990s.
Ambrox sandalwood conjures that turbo tan.

A little digression, in some episode of Final Destination, two girls giggle themselves into the afterlife on defective tanning beds.
Just mentioned in passing.

The aforementioned sandalwood is OMNIPRESENT.

But one evil rarely comes alone.
Tonka bean and vanilla - please do not confuse with natural guidelines - give that healthy glow of ancient Egyptian beauties under bandages.
So refined!

Alright, alright, the foundation is set, on to the colors!

And here it gets shrill.

A brave alpine violet as a natural ally of lavender is, oh wonder, depilated, its eyebrows plucked, and covered with powdery glossy whatever in purple. This, combined with white-blooming Versace swim trunks, creates a great effect in the ultraviolet dance heaven of Ibiza.
So sexy!

Darlings, the fun is just beginning.

In the shaken snow globe of those glaring years, a two-meter tall Ylang Queen takes the scepter.

Another digression.
Ylang oil smells wonderfully warm floral and sunny yellow when left in peace.
As I said, under peaceful conditions.

Her Majesty craves to be served treats due to the desperate cries of lavender.
Tyranny with style.

I suspect that the consequences of refusal are well known. Otherwise, I recommend looking it up with Lewis Carroll.

Consequently, chocolate patchouli creations are served with vanilla dreams. With extra melt.

A further digression.
I happened to stumble upon a pastry shop near Saint Paul's Cathedral in London back in those 1990s.
A too friendly seller recommended to me chocolate treats with a rich amandier filling.
Here are the reasons for my past insulin insufficiency.
His English pronunciation of the aforementioned French almond filling.
His also English emphasis on "they are very rich".
Rich.
Yep, I could already see myself gently melting between his palate and tongue, reaching the final stage of my dissolution.

In summary, I attest to this at least ten-hour party a rather unsympathetic vein, the sillage might make the neighborhood consider the intervention of law enforcement.

That my review is still quite mild is due to the brave lavender and the former Garden of Eden of citrus fruits.

But since Genesis, we know why we constantly ponder our existence.

Dear Floris house, I know that one does not have to rot stubbornly conservative in terms of trends to continue to exist.
But I miss a subtler vein here.

Whatever, at least I could refresh forgotten memories.

Thank you for that!