Top Notes 
Bergamot
Blackcurrant
Coconut
Heart Notes 
Iris
Jasmine
Rose
Base Notes 
Vanilla
Vetiver
Patchouli
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Fragrant Tribute to a Love
The question that has lingered for me until today was:
Who placed the sample of “Love Memoir” in my mailbox and why?
From whom was the handwritten note: “This might interest you!”?
I did not recognize the handwriting or the swirl beneath this short message.
Why should a summery fragrance called “Love Memoir” interest me and who is actually Iman?
Wait! Iman - wasn’t that …?
But yes! Iman was the wife of David Bowie: Iman Abdulmajid! I remember.
A model with a special aura; the woman who managed to tame this chameleon among artists of his time.
The curtain of answers to these questions rises further:
On January 10, David Bowie’s death anniversary will be marked for the sixth time. Therefore ...
I still remember the moment I said goodbye after my morning workout at the gym; the young woman at the counter was as pale as a ghost:
“Maria, what happened?”
“David Bowie is dead!”
The words were indeed in the air (as described in many books).
At home, I sent my friend a message; I knew she was already at work.
“David Bowie is dead!”
“No!”
She received this message twice; her daughter sent her an identical notification. Both short texts must have crossed paths before reaching the store!
By now, I also knew where to look; who had left me this sample with the few lines: a phone call clarified everything.
An acquaintance, to whom I had shared the news on my way home, had left both.
This woman has an extraordinary memory; quite remarkable when it comes to such trivial matters. Where did she get this fragrance sample?
“Love Memoir”: a fragrant tribute to a great love that surprised everyone at the time.
Iman Abdulmajid created this memory of her life with her husband; as a remembrance of their shared travels and the many evenings spent together in their garden in Italy, watching the sunset and enjoying the tranquility.
“Love Memoir” is a fruity-floral chypre of the modern kind with a hint of vanilla.
Not an overwhelming work of fragrance art, but a lovely summer scent with its own charm, which surely also relates to the story behind it.
Women still tend to be romantic!
A fruity opening from the tartness of blackcurrants is accompanied by bergamot and crowned with the southern aroma of coconut.
I usually steer clear of coconut in fragrances. Here too, I could do without it; this summery freshness feels a bit sticky to me - just my imagination?
Could be!
The heart note remains with the great classics of chypre fragrances: heavy white jasmine and intensely fragrant jasmine meet proud iris and noble scented roses for a harmonious rendezvous.
The illusion of a flower garden exhaling deeply after a warm summer day during sunset and enjoying the onset of coolness is clearly palpable here.
Equally classic is the base: why wander far or experiment?
Everything has been present several times before; but everything fits together:
Patchouli and vetiver represent the earth, which aromatically and generously releases the warmth it has stored during the day.
And of course, the sensual vanilla must not be missing.
What would a fragrance meant as a tribute to love be without this intense ingredient of the goddess of love, Aphrodite?
“Love Memoir” reveals itself to me in the summery harmony that a southern sunset radiates.
Sunsets in the south are romantic, and love is too.
The scent of both has been captured here in a bottle; it reminds me of round stones warmed by the sun, which slowly release this stored warmth and thus provide lasting warmth.
It is a hint of deep affection and the memory of a shared time that has been captured here with good knowledge of the art of perfumery.
Do I sound cheesy?
Maybe, but why not?
“Where are we now?”
No, not in 1970s Berlin, which David Bowie recalls in this song.
Thanks to this fragrance from his wife, we find ourselves in a garden, somewhere in Italy, enjoying a fragrant sunset: the still warm, scent-laden air, the light softening the sharp shadows of the day, thus heralding the “Blue Hour”.
Let’s linger here for a moment.
“Love Memoir” does not vanish quickly; this fragrance experience lasts longer than the most romantic sunset.
One does not necessarily need “Love Memoir” in their collection.
But getting to know it brought me memories that are charmingly scented here: for example, the early summer evening at the end of the 1980s when “China Girl” wafted over to me from the concert in front of the Berlin Reichstag, and that girl seemed to be sitting on my balcony railing!
Let’s simply consider these lines as my tribute to the chameleon of pop music, David Bowie - and as an invitation: Let’s dance!
“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues …”
Who placed the sample of “Love Memoir” in my mailbox and why?
From whom was the handwritten note: “This might interest you!”?
I did not recognize the handwriting or the swirl beneath this short message.
Why should a summery fragrance called “Love Memoir” interest me and who is actually Iman?
Wait! Iman - wasn’t that …?
But yes! Iman was the wife of David Bowie: Iman Abdulmajid! I remember.
A model with a special aura; the woman who managed to tame this chameleon among artists of his time.
The curtain of answers to these questions rises further:
On January 10, David Bowie’s death anniversary will be marked for the sixth time. Therefore ...
I still remember the moment I said goodbye after my morning workout at the gym; the young woman at the counter was as pale as a ghost:
“Maria, what happened?”
“David Bowie is dead!”
The words were indeed in the air (as described in many books).
At home, I sent my friend a message; I knew she was already at work.
“David Bowie is dead!”
“No!”
She received this message twice; her daughter sent her an identical notification. Both short texts must have crossed paths before reaching the store!
By now, I also knew where to look; who had left me this sample with the few lines: a phone call clarified everything.
An acquaintance, to whom I had shared the news on my way home, had left both.
This woman has an extraordinary memory; quite remarkable when it comes to such trivial matters. Where did she get this fragrance sample?
“Love Memoir”: a fragrant tribute to a great love that surprised everyone at the time.
Iman Abdulmajid created this memory of her life with her husband; as a remembrance of their shared travels and the many evenings spent together in their garden in Italy, watching the sunset and enjoying the tranquility.
“Love Memoir” is a fruity-floral chypre of the modern kind with a hint of vanilla.
Not an overwhelming work of fragrance art, but a lovely summer scent with its own charm, which surely also relates to the story behind it.
Women still tend to be romantic!
A fruity opening from the tartness of blackcurrants is accompanied by bergamot and crowned with the southern aroma of coconut.
I usually steer clear of coconut in fragrances. Here too, I could do without it; this summery freshness feels a bit sticky to me - just my imagination?
Could be!
The heart note remains with the great classics of chypre fragrances: heavy white jasmine and intensely fragrant jasmine meet proud iris and noble scented roses for a harmonious rendezvous.
The illusion of a flower garden exhaling deeply after a warm summer day during sunset and enjoying the onset of coolness is clearly palpable here.
Equally classic is the base: why wander far or experiment?
Everything has been present several times before; but everything fits together:
Patchouli and vetiver represent the earth, which aromatically and generously releases the warmth it has stored during the day.
And of course, the sensual vanilla must not be missing.
What would a fragrance meant as a tribute to love be without this intense ingredient of the goddess of love, Aphrodite?
“Love Memoir” reveals itself to me in the summery harmony that a southern sunset radiates.
Sunsets in the south are romantic, and love is too.
The scent of both has been captured here in a bottle; it reminds me of round stones warmed by the sun, which slowly release this stored warmth and thus provide lasting warmth.
It is a hint of deep affection and the memory of a shared time that has been captured here with good knowledge of the art of perfumery.
Do I sound cheesy?
Maybe, but why not?
“Where are we now?”
No, not in 1970s Berlin, which David Bowie recalls in this song.
Thanks to this fragrance from his wife, we find ourselves in a garden, somewhere in Italy, enjoying a fragrant sunset: the still warm, scent-laden air, the light softening the sharp shadows of the day, thus heralding the “Blue Hour”.
Let’s linger here for a moment.
“Love Memoir” does not vanish quickly; this fragrance experience lasts longer than the most romantic sunset.
One does not necessarily need “Love Memoir” in their collection.
But getting to know it brought me memories that are charmingly scented here: for example, the early summer evening at the end of the 1980s when “China Girl” wafted over to me from the concert in front of the Berlin Reichstag, and that girl seemed to be sitting on my balcony railing!
Let’s simply consider these lines as my tribute to the chameleon of pop music, David Bowie - and as an invitation: Let’s dance!
“Put on your red shoes and dance the blues …”
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