Memoirs Of A Trespasser Imaginary Authors 2012

Memoirs Of A Trespasser by Imaginary Authors

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Memoirs Of A Trespasser (Imaginary Authors)

7.9 / 10 309 Ratings

Memoirs Of A Trespasser is a popular perfume by Imaginary Authors for women and men and was released in 2012. The scent is smoky-woody. The longevity is above-average. It is still available to purchase. Pronunciation

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Main accords

Smoky

Woody

Sweet

Spicy

Resinous

Fragrance Notes

Gaiac wood

Oaken barrel

Bourbon vanilla

Myrrh

Benzoin

Ambrette seed

Perfumer

Josh Meyer

Ratings

Scent

7.9309 Ratings

Longevity

8.1261 Ratings

Sillage

7.3261 Ratings

Bottle

7.2230 Ratings

Value for money

7.168 Ratings

Submitted by Franfan20, last update on 27.05.2023.

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01/26/2020

6
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Pollita

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Pollita

Top Review 28

I like you, I don't like you...

I'm torn between that smell. One sniff - aah, I love him. Smell again - mmm, smells funny. The comparison with Margiela's By the Fireplace is correct, but in Memoirs of a Trespasser another fragrance first came to my mind: La Fin du Monde from Etat Libre d'Orange. This one also combines delicately sweet notes with something "strange", which I can't really classify as a fragrance. With the ELDO it might be the gunpowder, here my association probably comes from the myrrh with the wood chords, which I actually like, but which here seems a bit grumpy.

Memoirs of a Trespasser starts with vanilla. A very pleasant, not too sweet vanilla, as I also know it from Eau Duelle. In the background I perceive a note that reminds me of fruit. I have no idea where it comes from, because I can't find any fruits in the pyramid of scents. The smell becomes liquory-liqueur, which I like very much. But now comes the but: This myrrh-wood-combination, which always reminds me slightly of a cold ashtray, gets to the front and starts to annoy me. But there is still the delicate vanilla, which I find so unspeakably delicious. I sway to the right, I sway to the left and I can't decide. Do I like you or are you annoying me? Do I let you move in with me or do I forget you again very quickly, since it will probably not be anything longer with us?

For me, the fragrance is neither clearly feminine nor masculine. Nevertheless, I can imagine that Memoirs of a Trespasser for Men could be a good fit if a vanilla scent is what you are looking for. Because this one can't get too sweet. Where I see Eau Duelle, although loved by many men, in principle more in a woman, I see this one more in a man. If you can with its strange note, the fragrance is a dream. I can also understand the associations with the old books and the blown out match. The ashtray note after the fierce party from the lecture, but still always resonates.

A very interesting scent, which should be given a second try. Whether you want to smell like this is something everyone has to decide for themselves. If you have the ELDO and can use it, you must also discover Memoir of a Trespasser. They go in a very similar direction. Sillage and durability are in a pleasant range. The scent adheres well without projecting too much. I like it so far.

I haven't checked it off yet. I like to sniff him too much for that. It is definitely something special!

09/13/2018

7
Sillage 10
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Kafumi

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Kafumi

Top Review 15

Shh! Quietly!

When I sprayed this scent from the test on my arm, I had no expectations at all. I hadn't read any reviews and didn't know anything about the background story, which is always the basis of the concept for the I.A. fragrances.
So I sprayed the scent, put my nose to my arm and had to stay the same for 2-3 minutes. So far no fragrance has managed to put such a specific image into my head. A musty, gloomy room with a shop in front of the windows, next to the door some boxes, otherwise shelves full of ancient books. You sit on a dusty chair and open one of the books and go close to the sides with your nose.
I'm honestly excited about what I.A. created here. I have often read fairy-tale comments about some dream trips people have experienced when they smelled perfumes, but every time I smelled them, it was more like "meeh", but well. But this time I can't help but have this vivid association before my eyes. Really crazy.
The more the fragrance dries, the more the dusty shelves, bookcases and musty carpets soft and what remains is a dark, greasy vanilla. But no vanilla with the water in your mouth but a (if you can say so) serious vanilla.
Whether the fragrance is now particularly wearable, everyone must agree with himself. Think about it on colder days. What is certain for me is that he is an experience that I will not soon forget.

05/31/2019

6
Sillage 8
Longevity 8.5
Scent

Stanze

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Stanze

Helpful Review 20

In the Desert Spring library

When Philip Sava, born in 1867, completed his training as a geographer, he explored his native California. He was particularly taken with the ghost towns in Kern County. He liked the abandoned settlements so much that he wanted to make a map of the villages. He found an antique barber's chair in Big Blue Mill. He unscrewed the chair, took it to Bakersfield with a horse-drawn carriage and sold it there for 50 US dollars. That was a lot of money back then. Thereupon he drove down the ghost towns again and again to search for valuable legacies. Sometimes he would sit in the houses for hours and breathe in the dust. Dry dust. He loved to sit in the old Desert Spring library. The books smelled so good. When he took a book from the shelf, the dust rose like smoke and curled in the rays of the hot desert sun that shone through the cracks between the boards in front of the windows. Moments of happiness in which he stayed in spirit in foreign countries and experienced adventures.

Sava wrote his first work "Wood Fire and Desert Sun" in the library of Desert Spring. The book was so successful that he was able to buy a farm in Madagascar from the proceeds. He fulfilled a childhood dream with it. He hired some natives and grew vanilla.

Sava never forgot his beginnings and rebuilt Desert Spring's abandoned library on his property in Madagascar. The library inspired his imagination and the adventures he experienced there in spirit made him a rich man. His travelogues have been translated into many languages. In the USA Sava had a similar meaning as Karl May in Germany. The two also met once at a writers' congress, but didn't have much to say, since May didn't speak English and Sava didn't speak German.

In 1923 Sava went on a lecture trip to Japan. His press agency had advised him to do so, as his books broke all sales records in Japan. Sava arrived in Yokohama on 1 September 1923 and took a room in a hotel. Unfortunately, the Great Kantō Earthquake destroyed the hotel where Sava lived and the writer was killed. Similar to later Elvis and Jim Morrison, Philip Sava was said not to be dead, but to have changed profession and become a perfumer to escape his followers. If he had become a perfumer, he would have olfactorily recreated the library in the ghost town of Desert Spring and the perfume would smell like Memoirs Of A Trespasser.

08/26/2020

8
Bottle 8
Sillage 8
Longevity 9.5
Scent

Rebirth2014

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Rebirth2014

Dreams in the castle library

I had made my way through the overgrown castle garden and now I stood in front of the main entrance of the castle, which sparkled bizarrely in the evening sun. Built in the Empire style, this rural palace reflected all the disgusting kitsch of that era. Even a stylized death mask of Napoleon had the interior to offer. The proud owner, who liked to call himself the emperor of his small empire, obviously identified himself with this mask - or rather with Napoleon.

I remember my last visit all too well. The lord of the castle led me through the rooms of the castle, which were not to be surpassed in bad taste. However, to go into more detail would make me extremely uncomfortable, so I decided not to go there.

As the industrial mogul of the leather industry, Mr. Knut - as the vain rooster was called - was happy to satisfy the unpleasant urge to show off his wealth unambiguously.

But I was not interested in this Mr. Knut, nor in his ugly building in which he presented himself dressed up. Fortunately for me, he had travelled to Paris for a few days and had allowed me to do further research in his library. So I only had to put up with the ostentatious building, but not the vain peacock in human form.

The elderly and silent steward opened the gate for me and nodded dismissively in the direction of the library, which was located in the only tower of the castle. This simple-minded fellow could certainly not do anything with books. From his eye sockets the monosyllabic stupidity of a Neanderthal came out noticeably.

I paid no further attention to him and walked directly, through the hidden corridors of the servants, up to the tower stairs. Now I opened the heavy door and a mysterious smell penetrated my nostrils. Sweetly yellowed paper, tart leather bindings and the heavy precious wood of the shelves formed the olfactory frame in which my passion immediately began to flare up.

This superficial industrialist had failed to notice the treasures hidden in his randomly assembled library. While he obviously assumed that I would research the history of the foundation walls of his renovated castle for him, I actually hoped to snatch a rare edition of the Necronomicon, the existence of which this nouveau riche fool did not even suspect. It seemed particularly funny to me that Mr Knut must even have a professional interest in the book, as the binding was once tanned from human skin. By coincidence I had come across the Necronomicon directly during my first visit to the library and wanted to use the opportunity to recover it.

The interior of the library was unusually asymmetrically shaped. The view to the ceiling could be confusing, as neither a foreground nor a background could be clearly identified. The stuffy smell of the dust, which lay on the books like an unsweet sugar crust, had an additional numbing effect. It rushed inside and some of the old books even showed rat food
At that moment, one of those hideous rodents scurried past my feet, stopped at a spot on the shelf as if it wanted to show me something. The air around me became heavier and stuffier as I moved towards the rodent. The dizziness took hold of me and I sank to the floor, and I realized that the rat had a human face. The creature looked as if it had the face of Mr. Knut; only distorted by the massive rodent teeth that covered a large part of the lower lip.

With human-like hands, this horrible miniature pointed to the book, which was now right in front of my nose. An indescribable horror seized me, because everything familiar sank into a whirlpool of madness. I was connected to an ancient world, an enchanting smell on the one hand, which made promises to my inclinations to adventures and unfathomable mysteries - and on the other hand the pure visual horror.

Surrounded by demonic figures and a rat gnawing at my body, who constantly said: "Do you really think I did not see through you! You pitiful creature! I am the emperor of my empire," I sank into a deep sleep, carried away in sweet-spicy popcorn wokers, trapped in the memories of an intruder

05/02/2013

7.5
Sillage 7.5
Longevity 10
Scent

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Coutureguru

Very helpful Review 9

The best of the bunch ...

I left reviewing Memoirs for last as it is my favorite fragrance from Imaginary Authors, I like this one even more than I like Violet Disguise.

Memoirs of a Trespasser is a smoky, woodsy incense that veers in the direction of an Amber (my passion du jour for some reason!) and contains all of the things I like very much. The Myrrh is dry and a touch mysterious, the Benzoin incensy and reminiscent of faraway places. Slightly boozy woods create the 'lived in' aura of a paneled library, a personal space containing a myriad of memories.
The combination of slightly musky Ambrette in the top and faintly spicy Vanilla in the base is just wonderful ... conjuring images of comfort and gentlemanly erudition ... the idea that all the experiences and adventures of the vast outside world can be brought to one place to enjoy.
Once again, I find a certain homo eroticism in the title of this fragrance (a very 70's notion inspired by reading too much gay literature from that period) ... but that's just the idea that "I'd like to cuddle up in his sweater smelling like this while he is away" manifesting. Absurdly romantic and a touch maudlin, but there it is.
'Memoirs' is only slightly sweet, but I'd warrant that a few of the gals could pull this one off beautifully too. Personally, I find it leaning more masculine, which is strange because I don't really believe in gender-ising fragrance. There's just something about this one that makes me think of a very handsome author I once knew ...

Number one on my list of purchases from this house ... I have thoroughly enjoyed testing and reviewing Mr. Meyers' fragrances. A great concept, with some truly good fragrances to back it up!

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