Memoir Woman

Memoir Woman – Amouage Kupiłam Memoir, bo chciałam czegoś ciemnego, eleganckiego, zielonego, skórzano-kadzidlanego. Czegoś z tajemnicą. Czegoś, co nie pachnie jak „ładna kobieta”, tylko jak kobieta, która wie, gdzie zakopano poprzednich trzech mężczyzn i ma do tego pasujący płaszcz. No i dostałam dokładnie to. Tylko w wersji: królowa piekieł schodzi po marmurowych schodach w czarnej sukni z absyntu, dymu, skóry i gorzkich ziół, a wszyscy nagle przestają oddychać, bo nie wiadomo, czy przyszła na bal, na pogrzeb, czy podpisać czyjś wyrok. Pierwsze uderzenie Pierwsze uderzenie pachnie jak otwarcie ciężkich drzwi do ciemnej sali, w której dawno temu odbywały się rytuały, romanse, zdrady i bardzo kosztowne błędy. Zielona gorycz wchodzi pierwsza. Nie świeża trawka, nie ogórek z wodą spa, nie „naturalna energia poranka”. To jest absynt w kieliszku po północy, gorzkie zioła rozgniecione w czarnych rękawiczkach, dym kadzidła przyklejony do aksamitu i skóra tak ciemna, że prawdopodobnie ma własnego adwokata. To nie jest zapach, który pyta, czy może wejść. Memoir wchodzi, zamyka drzwi za sobą i od razu wiadomo, że jeśli ktoś tu ma przepraszać, to raczej nie ona. Po godzinie Po godzinie robi się jeszcze lepiej, bo Memoir nie łagodnieje. Ona tylko zdejmuje koronę, kładzie ją na stole i patrzy, kto pierwszy odważy się coś powiedzieć. Zioła robią się głębsze, bardziej trujące, bardziej eleganckie. Kadzidło nie dymi jak w kościele dla ciotek od różańca, tylko jak prywatna kaplica kobiety, która ma własne grzechy, własne zasady i zero zainteresowania cudzymi opiniami. Czuć skórę, ale nie motocyklową jak w Cuoium. To nie jest garaż, smar i klucz francuski. To jest skórzany fotel w gabinecie czarnej arystokratki, która podpisuje dokumenty krwią, nie długopisem. Ciemny aksamit, gorzki alkohol, zimny metal biżuterii, stara biblioteka, kurz na zakazanych księgach i zapach świecy zgaszonej dwoma palcami. Memoir pachnie jak kobieta, która nie musi być głośna, bo jej cisza ma większą projekcję niż większość cudzych dramatów. W bazie W bazie robi się absolutnie królewsko. Ciemno, miękko, gorzko, dymnie, ale bez ani grama słabości. To jest moment, w którym wszystkie dziewczęce, słodkie, milutkie zapachy stoją pod ścianą i udają, że poprawiają sukienki, bo właśnie zrozumiały, że przyszła osoba dorosła. Memoir nie jest „sexy” w tym plastikowym, klubowym sensie. Ona nie robi dzióbka do zdjęcia i nie pachnie jak waniliowy drink za 49 zł. Ona jest seksualna jak zakazany rozdział w starej książce, jak czarne pończochy pod żałobną suknią, jak spojrzenie, po którym ktoś sam oddaje klucze do mieszkania i jeszcze przeprasza, że za wolno. W bazie zostaje czarny aksamitny tren. Skóra, kadzidło, dym, ziołowa gorycz, trochę popiołu, trochę nocy i ten specyficzny luksus Amouage, który nie mówi „mam pieniądze”. On mówi: „mam dynastię, sekret i bardzo dobrego prawnika”. Trwałość? Jak klątwa rzucona spokojnym głosem. Na skórze siedzi długo, elegancko i bez nerwów. Na ubraniu zostaje jak zapach czarnego płaszcza po wyjściu z zakazanej sali. Na psychice — jak wspomnienie kobiety, która spojrzała na ciebie raz i przez resztę życia zastanawiasz się, czy to było zaproszenie, ostrzeżenie, czy wyrok. Psikniesz Memoir i nagle wszystkie „ładne perfumki” zaczynają wyglądać jak dekoracje z działu ślubnego w markecie. Projektanci napisali Pewnie coś o tajemnicy, wspomnieniu, szyprze, absyncie, elegancji, skórze, kadzidle i kobiecości. Powinni napisać „Dla kobiet, które nie chcą pachnieć jak kwiatek, deser ani miła koleżanka z biura. Dla kobiet, które chcą pachnieć jak królowa piekieł w czarnej sukni, z kieliszkiem absyntu, dymem kadzidła we włosach i miną mówiącą: ‘mam przeszłość, nie zadawaj głupich pytań’.” Ocena: 10000/10 Nie oceniam Memoir. Memoir ocenia mnie. To nie są perfumy. To jest tron. Czarny, zimny, obity skórą i aksamitem, ustawiony gdzieś między kaplicą, biblioteką a salą sądową dla ludzi, którzy myśleli, że mogą wejść bez zaproszenia. Memoir nie pachnie „ładnie”. Memoir pachnie jak kobieta, która weszła do piekła, rozejrzała się, poprawiła rękawiczki i powiedziała: „Dobrze. Od teraz ja tu ustalam temperaturę.”

Only the spider is safe in her web ★★★★★ Let’s start by saying that Memoir Woman is easily my most complimented scent out of the hundred others I’ve tried over the years. What’s even more interesting is that I’ve worn Memoir maybe less than ten times so far and it managed to get me an unusual five compliments on a single day, men especially seem to get absolutely crazy over it. I’m not pulling a Jeremy Fragrance card here and conclude this therefore must be a masterpiece, but compliments do speak volumes on how a certain fragrance suits one’s personality and mixes with their body chemistry. I must agree with the general public and admit that Memoir is indeed gorgeous and wearing it is always a confidence boost. It was love at first sniff after all. The very first spray did vaguely remind me of Poison (I own and know vintage Poison well) as Memoir also possesses a similar purple fruitiness that is both tart and jam-like. Poison is much sweeter and headier with the gargantuan musk-tuberose whereas Memoir steers into a dry spicy direction with a breathy-animalic jasmine instead. They’re not interchangeable by any means but it would be a lie to say that they have absolutely nothing in common. Another fragrance that popped into my mind was Lolita Lempicka, which not only has a fruity tart cherry accord but also the aromatic dark green licorice-anise combo that comes off as absinthe-like much like in Memoir. For a very simplified description, I’d go so far and say that Memoir has both the raspy venomousness of Poison and the benevolent allure of Lolita Lempicka – a perfume that draws closer and closer but never truly reveals its intentions. An embrace that leaves doubt behind, Memoir is truly mysterious in every sense of the word. The note table is another mystery to me because the scent turned out to be much different than I had anticipated. I would say the most prominent notes are plum and cinnamon in the top, tobacco, jasmine and absinthe in the heart and finally a shameless leather-castoreum base. I also want to point out that Poison and Lolita Lempicka are masterfully structured and have a clear identity. Memoir in comparison is quite messy, and it hits you in the face with lots of loud notes that all scream for attention. Now this could be taken as an insult, yet I think this is the key element of the whole show. It is just as imperfect as a real person would be and is not afraid to show it. Diamonds are forever but we people aren’t and the flaws that makes us human are also the roots that grow into adoration and obsession. Note that messy is not equivalent to a mess. Usually I gravitate towards polished and pristine fragrances that evoke awe with unattainable perfection but in Memoir the unstructure in some strange way gives it a sense of upbeat briskness despite it's gothic scent. Memoir is not the scent of an idealized fantasy figure, it is the scent of a real living person. Also, did I mention this stuff is staggeringly sexy? Soundtrack: Neon Indian - Ephemeral Artery

I was excited to try Memoir, and it fully lives up to my expectations. It is another rich, complex perfume from Amouage that pays homage to the classics while looking to the future. It is very well-blended, and as a result it is hard to pick out individual notes. It is a herbal-smoky-woody-amber scent with a floral heart. It reminds me in places of vintage Opium in particular, but I understand the Poison comparisons too - there is a plum-tuberose accord in here too. There are facets of other Amouage scents in here too, namely Lyric Woman (spicy rose), Epic Woman (rose-oud), Interlude (smoky-woody-floral-amber) and Fate (old-style oriental). Memoir feels more oriental than chypre, but the oakmoss and leather notes in the base qualify Memoir for chypre status. Opulent and dark, this belongs alongside the best of Amouage. Memoir starts off quite herbal thanks to the wormwood; damp, dark green and slightly bitter. I get something slightly bittersweet that is akin to angelica, and some peppery notes that kick-start the spiciness. Balsamic and boozy, it is joined by floral notes after a little while. Rose is initially the most prominent floral note to me, complemented in the most classic way by sweet spices, especially clove. Incense adds smokiness, and it is pretty woody here too. This accord always reminds me of Mass - I absolutely adore a good incense note, and when it is combined with wood/spices/rose - all the better! Here, it really reminds me of Lyric. As it develops, tuberose emerges. Heady in a vintage-style manner, it resembles a more muted Poison, particularly as I swear I can smell plum here too. The woody notes and spices remain, and the sweet amber accord in the base develops thanks to the labdanum, paving the way to the leather accord. The leather is animalic but soft, adding a nice depth to Memoir at its later stages. It becomes slightly mossy as it fades, the oakmoss and leather forming the chypre here. It fades to a dry, animalic, mossy skin scent with a hint of incense. Sillage is moderate and longevity is long-lasting. Another excellent, opulent perfume from Amouage, this is unisex despite the name. Best worn in autumn/winter for special occasions. Beautiful and expensive-smelling, but I don't think I need full bottles of both this and Lyric in my collection. 4.5/5.

Memoir Woman by Amouage is intriguingly unisex, with a slight masculine edge despite its feminine name. Gentlemen, don’t let the title "woman" deter you—this fragrance is worth exploring! I have a bottle from the latest 2024 batch, and I’ve noticed that its performance isn’t as stellar as the older formulation as some reviews might suggest. Unfortunately, I haven't experienced the older versions to compare yet. On my skin, the longevity is moderate to long, and the sillage is quite subtle. Overspraying helps a bit, but it’s still not as robust as I hoped. However, when applied to clothing, Memoir Woman truly shines. It lasts for days, with improved sillage and an alluring, cozy, and mysterious aura. Despite initial concerns about performance, I find myself drawn to it, craving its distinctive scent at random times throughout the day, its truly magnetic. I prefer it on darker fabrics, especially black, where it leaves a captivating, dark allure. The fragrance seems to lacks sharp notes aside from a hint of absinthe in the opening. The other components blend seamlessly, reminiscent of a room filled with subtle incense. This creates a nuanced, dusty incense effect that’s complex yet discreet. In comparison, Amouage's Jubilation 25 for Women offers remarkable longevity and projection with just a few sprays. Memoir Woman, on the other hand, might benefit from some aging. I plan to revisit it after some time to see if its performance improves. For now, while the performance isn't perfect, the scent itself is mesmerizing and addictive. If Antaeus had a feminine counterpart, or if Poison were to have a masculine counterpart, this might be it, as to my nose this seems to float somewhere in between but also remaining so unique and unlike anything else I can think of. This was a blind buy driven by a great deal, and I suspect it may reveal more of its character in warmer seasons. As it is currently late winter, its full potential is still unfolding. Edit: It is now one of the scents that I use the most often in rotation now! it is lovely! After letting it settle for about a month it now smells a lot stronger and all the notes stands out much more, I now start to get what the other reviews are saying. This is quickly becoming one of my top favourites !

Imagine walking along a cobblestone alley, puffs of breath and chimney smoke visible in the frosty morning. The chatter of passersby, rolling carriage wheels and horses hooves fills the air on December 21st. There is a palpable feeling of excitement and bustle as people stream in and out of shops and come and go from the city. You glance down at your heeled leather boots and see they are wet from walking through drifts of snow and puddles. Your fur muff shrouds your hands as you walk briskly to the entrance of a confectionery shop. Evergreen boughs hang festively over the windows and the scent of licorice, violet, and cinnamon candies fills the air. Caramel apples and squares of toffee fill a glass display case. The handsome shopkeeper drifts by you on his way to help another customer and you faintly smell his cologne, which reminds you of fir trees in the snow and freshly mucked out horse stalls on an old country estate, but not unpleasantly so. A curl falls down from where it was pinned beneath your hat and you catch the lingering scent of your own rose and jasmine soap. You subtly sniff the collar of your wool coat and catch the faint reminder of holy incense from mass, two nights before. The shopkeeper pauses and glances back at you curiously, your eyes locking. This is what Memoir Woman evoked in my mind. It's interesting because at first sniff last night, I liked it, but didn't love it. It was a strong scent that smelled more detectably of artificial (and expensive) perfume than I typically like. But today, I went for a New Year's Day walk and kept sniffing my wrists in the cold January air. And suddenly this scene flooded into my mind. I think I love it now, might need to get myself a full bottle. Like my fantasy alludes to, there is something fairly stinky about this to me. The musk note comes through quite strongly on the dry down, at least on me - but I actually find that this beautifully balances the almost sharply sweet notes that immediately come through, and it all mingles in this smoky, sensual way that becomes truly intoxicating. I can see where others have described it as ethereal, because that incense note evokes a Catholic cathedral full of stained glass and saints. A gorgeous scent all around.

Amouage memoir A spicy soap... a spicy spice combo. Incense, black pepper, clove flowers and all that... all I feel is the smell of spicy soap. The memoir put a great distance between herself and sweets. She is a little depressed, she is spreading a strong scent around her and shwe says don't love me too much. If you love too much, you will bore me very much; And if you squeeze too hard, I'll strangle you, I'll disturb you. Touch me once in a while, take it in your hand... and blow me up to 2 blows; and that's a place you can't smell all the time... Feel me lightly, otherwise I'll tire you out. You can't carry me on purpose, your sensitive body can't take my authority. Hay right amouage memoir you are a really compelling fragrance. Not in terms of fragrance beauty; an overly dominant, overpowering scent... Ahe doesn't want to be on that skin all the time. She says in the meantime, take me in your hand. Slowly, I regret the fact that I often brutally falter. I am, she says, if you cross the border, I will tire you out and give you a headache. Memoir finds itself in balanced hands... Therefore, it is certainly not the type that every user can adopt... Its spread is quite characteristic. Undoubtedly, it is very original... It is debatable whether it is the best scent of Amouage. Who knows who this is? Is there an expert; does it have to be Is the pleasure of my nose the pleasure of your nose, is it up to the snotty nose of another person who is created equal to you and me? Wow, what a narcissistic fusion. Surely this is not acceptable. Smell it, if you love it, don't even go near it if it's spicy. It is exactly the smell of cold times, a dark depressive, somewhat sad, deeply sad, slightly dirty scent memoir. That's it...

Such a beautiful scent , I dont know why i was so affraid of testing this one . everybody sayed it was so dark , so smokey , so leathery. Dracula and fallen angels was mentioned . ..What....?? i cant feel that at all, Im starting to belive i see scents different then others . This to me isent all that dark . All the flowers in this beauty stand out and shines on a woody slightly spicy base . Ok there is darknes but not dark as in gloomy or scary . Its a night time scent ( but id happely wear it in daytime aswell. (The same goes for Midnigth poison , it isent that dark as many make it out to be on my skin . Not that this are alike ,they are not). I do feel similarity to poison with the fleshy white floral plum kind of note. But they are not that close ,just similar in that regard. This outdoes the poison big time . I do feel clove incense , wormwood ,oakmoss and incense but its rather sweet do to the floral notes and also the resins i guess . I think the mandarin orange also must be a part of the sweetnes i cant realy say where the sweetnes comes from .Its all mixed together so well. This may not be for he young at heart that likes fruity floral , But to me it isent all that challenging that people makes it out to be. or maybe i just like this kinds of scent i dont know . Amouage seems to affect people so very differently, and offcourse skin cemestry is also a big thing. I also finaly got to test Interlude ,did not find this one tricky eather , So many beautys from this house . On my skin there is not much leather or smoke ,hardly anything . sweet Incense yes but not smoke . again goes do show how different this sits on skin . I love it

Wow, this is enthralling, both on a paper tester and on skin. Even if it is not your usual taste, you will be drawn in. I found this almost disturbing when I first sprayed it, it instantly made me picture dark foggy forests, an evil tree, a poison apple. This is the scent of a Disney villain, maybe Maleficient. This is THE perfect Halloween scent, in my opinion. As for the technicalities of the fragrance notes, etc. - this is a dark gothic chypre. It’s woody, medicinal, smoky. Upon initial spray, I got licorice (the absinthe note), woods, and incense. As it dried down, the woodiness became a tad more prominent, though it still retained a slight licorice-medicinal quality from the absinthe note. That “medicinal” tone comes across as both sweet and bitter at the same time. More smokiness emerges as well, evoking an autumn bonfire of dead leaves. I’d say regardless of whether you’d purchase a bottle and wear it, this is one of those “masterpiece” fragrances that is worth smelling just to experience it. It is masterfully composed, super unique and guaranteed to provoke a reaction/feelings beyond just “meh” or “hmmm that’s nice I guess.” As for me? I think this is stunning and I like chypres, but I do struggle a bit with the medicinal tone from the absinthe note that never really leaves the fragrance. That is what keeps me from wanting to wear it more often. Because of that, I don’t think I’ll be purchasing the bottle, but I’ll have my 2 ml sample to reach for whenever the mood strikes.

The shortest summary: “Gothic Chypre” Both warm and profoundly dark; herbal, incense-laden, mossy, and irresistibly gothic. The wormwood note here transforms the scent into something that feels almost like the aura of a witch practicing dark magic. The opening is bright with mandarin, yet immediately layered with plenty of spice and animalic nuances. In the heart, the density comes from spices I’d identify as clove, alongside the florals that give chypres their soul; rose being the one I perceive most clearly. As it moves into the drydown, the smoky character intensifies. You feel the oakmoss distinctly, joined by a very clear styrax. Labdanum is there as well, lending leathery nuances. In this style of fragrance, the styrax–labdanum pairing creates an exceptionally sophisticated and dark atmosphere. I completely understand why some people describe it as dried plum or dark purple plum; there’s unmistakably that kind of warmth. It feels like a mysterious liqueur infused with dried plums. To my nose, wormwood (absinthe) is present throughout every stage of the fragrance; this is precisely what cements the witchy association for me. The version I own is the extrait (limited edition); I’ve also tried the EDT, which is slightly lighter in concentration but identical in scent profile. Longevity is outstanding; almost not even worth mentioning, it’s that good. Tag(s): dark, gothic-chypre, witchy, wormwood-herbal, smoky, leathery, bold, sophisticated, baroque

Memoir Woman is memorable for sure! On me it’s close to being linear scent, doesn’t change much but it is a warm spices heaven. This might be the most complex spicy, incense heavy fragrance I have ever tried. I can’t remember encountering cloves done so beautiful like in Memoir! And I adore cloves. It feels like a very cozy mixture of wormwood, cloves, cardamom, pink and black pepper, some sweet jasmine and rose, ambery like with labdanum and styrax, very smooth, thick and deep. Resinous and balsamic to perfection. I love this juice. I get a bit of stinky animalic feel from the castoreum, more likely, that bothers me for a while but it is so warm and delightful in the dry down. It remains an incensed cloves bomb for me! Must have for winter season and Christmas celebrations! This and a cup of mulled wine in my hand would make my Christmas day perfect. Memoir performs impeccably, it has richness, warmth and depth, it is impeccable blended and balanced. After Ouverture, which is not for me, Memoir is the second best performing scent from the entire sampler set. I am sold! The only thing I am not crazy about is the black bottle, not a fan of black at all in general, a rich, medium dark warm brown or a deep burgundy would have suited better the juice inside.

Amazing stuff, not too far away from Memoir Man. Both have been brutally reformulated so try to get an old batch. My Memoir Woman is from 2018, and it's darker, more resinous and less fruity than the recent iteration. This might go against it for some, but for me it's exactly what I want. It does bear some of the Poison DNA, although when you smell them side by side they are worlds apart (sort of similar in connection to Fate Woman alongside Opium). It lacks the greeness and vanilla of the men's version, instead being warm and resiny (similar resinous base to Interlude Woman), and is not quite as loud. The notion that either of them is masculine or feminine is moot to me. These are olfactive artworks, not easy to wear perhaps, but an absolute joy to those who get it. If you feel it, it will suit you, if not, it will probably wear you and make you uncomfortable, as with many Amouage perfumes. One of the things I love about this, is that as it develops over time, little delicate elements come in, like white florals (tuberose!), rose, grapey jasmine underpinning it all (and smelling almost like plum hence the nod to Poison), but they're all swirling around, so every sniff brings something different, deep and rich or impish and playful, it's masterful.

Memoir Woman is a gorgeous chypre-leather, in my opinion. She combines the elegance and sensuality of a lush, dark oriental with the sophistication and depth of a spicy and smoky leather. A masterpiece of perfumery. He has an opulent, complex and mysterious personality that captivates the senses. It opens with beautiful spicy and aromatic accords. Herbaceous and citrus. Cardamom and wormwood ennoble the opening, giving it a warm and enveloping character, and at the same time providing freshness and contrast. The heart is dark, woody and spicy; dominated by incense, which gives it a resinous and sacred dimension, covering with its veil a floral, sweet and narcotic bouquet, composed of opulent flowers (nardard, jasmine and rose) unfolding towards an extraordinary base, where the flowers intertwine in soft animalic chords (leather, castoreum) mixed in a wonderful symphony of amber and balsamic notes giving richness, beauty and refinement to the composition. It is definitely a masterpiece. Warm, cozy, sexy, dark like the bottle that contains it; elegant and very sophisticated. The performance is excellent, the substantivity on my skin reaches 10 hours. With diffusion and moderate Sillage.

This is such a powerful perfume, it’s probably one of the most polarising beautiful scents I’ve seen. I love it but it grew on me. It has a bitter green, quality that reminds me of a dark character. Someone like Malificent, a sorceress with long, slender claws, black draping hair and a sallow complexion and eyes like eternal tunnels of starry darkness, lips pursed like a greying lilac. The cloves add a chilling, menthol-esque quality, lending a stand-offish, elitist character to this scent. Her pain has grown roots of wisdom in her, she withstood the chaos and now her heart is made of diamond. This is so interesting and incomparable to any other perfume I’ve tried before. It’s very heavy and dominating, so it’s not for a conformist wallflower. You wear this for your own pleasure. Memoir is completely unisex but it’s definitely for the decisive and bold people. This one suits a self-assured, confident and lone wolf. It has a strong, matriarchal and regal presence. This would be such a perfect choice for a beautiful, elegant, mature and chaste woman. Someone who is a source of strength for those around her. She empowers, she nurtures and she never compromises on what she wants.

I have always wanted a bottle of Amouage for some of it's creation shows the best when it comes to fragrance. I have waited a long while to pick the perfect bottle for me and with time I found the perfect Amouage for me and it is Memoir. A lot of the reviewers have mentioned how dark and 'grown up' this fragrance is and I do agree with them. This is a fragrance with a great backbone, it is deep and complex. The orange, incense, spices and leather is well blended and it morphs into this sensual and intriguing oriental fragrance. For me it gives a mysteriously distinct scent with a subtle grand presence. Like sharing time with a woman whom you want to know more of but you simply are a little hesitant to intrude. Lastly, this fragrance for me is very nostalgic. I say nostalgic because it has the same cord as Poison which my beautiful mother wore. She was the Matriarch in the family. This brings up memories of simply sitting beside her in complete awe of her strength and elegance. She was a quiet and fierce woman who defined love and wisdom. This is the core of fragrance for me for it brings back memories and it creates new memories as well....like a Memoir.....simply memorable.

I love Amouage fragrances. Guidance is a forever love. And Portrayal Woman is the only perfume that compelled me to purchase a back-up bottle (I think Portrayal is out-of-production). I was stoked to afford a full bottle of Amouage "Memoir Woman." On my skin, the Memoir Woman's opening is jarring but also addicting. Spicy, mixed white florals (lots of jasmine, rose) merge with animalic notes. And before I forget, wormwood provides an anise, or black licorice accord. The opening castoreum and labdanum seamlessly merge with spices (LOTS of cardamom, LOTS of wormwood, pepper, clove) along with florals, resins, woodiness and smoky incense. The drydown is gorgeous and truly lovely. There's rose. There's sweet, smoky, resinous incense. There's a non-indolic, white-floral combo that smells divine. The drydown definitely maintains a unique and seamless blend of spices, animalic tones, florals and earthiness. And despite its hefty list of perfume notes, Memoir actually wears in a light and diaphonous manner. I've heard rumblings that Memoir Woman may be out of production soon. I just purchased a new x 100ml bottle from the Amouage Website. Happy!! I love it!!

I have a sample. --- Aaah :) This is one of my comfort zones in fragrance: the deep, incense-y, spicy oriental of old. I can smell the leather, like old leather sofas. That leather that is no longer so bitter and no longer smells so much of tar, and started smelling of maintenance wax products and of the old wood that surrounds it. There's a delicious sweet honeyed spice note mixed with incense smoke. It morphs as time goes by. Interesting, complex, delicious. Delightful and I would love to own it. There's no way I'll be able to reasonably afford all the Amouages I love in full bottle, and there's only so much perfume you can wear in a lifetime (I do currently have enough full bottles, I think), but I'll still register it as a "want". For now, I'll keep enjoying my samples (from a generous fragrantican), and maybe in the future I'll buy another set of samples if I wish to. In another universe, where I live surrounded in luxury, I have a set of full bottles of Amouage which I wear and also share with abandon to perfume the ones who love it :) Amouage is, for me, the stuff of dreams.

Memoir 2021 3.4oz bottle reviewed. Memoir is the granddaughter of the greats. If you turned aspects of Opiums spicyness chypre...Poisons sweet inscense grape-ness from the tuberose..throw in leathery castorum and fenugreek for a nuttyness and a rather interesting cooling accord I can only surmise from the cardamom/styrax/tuberose combo once seen in Lutens Tuberose Criminelle...add mandarin and pink pepper to the rose... you have quite a story. The spices run cold, as this whole Chypre runs cold in the veins of great grandma Maggie Noire. Its a dark, cool Chypre. We havent seen too many cool Chypres since the 80s. This isnt as bombastic as those larger than life scents. Its expertly blended, complex for this day and age and would be great for the cool days of fall and winter. I immediately felt comfortable wearing Memoir. Mostly because I wore her influences over the years. Memoir is her own creation but its a new update for the woman that wore Poison, Opium, et al. Mature over 30 scent but definately not grandma vibe in the least. Mysterious. I like that.

I’m lovestruck! This perfume is disarmingly beautiful, subtle, sensuous and smouldering, like a soft smokey plum caress. After reading many reviews, I had expected a hard hitting spicy incense bomb, complex and dark but was surprised to discover Memoir was a far softer and powdery fragrance. It whispers seductively, enveloping you but at no point does it shout- it is far too sophisticated for that. Great winter, evening fragrance. A chimera, it smells reminiscent of several of my favourite perfumes combined. On first spritz I immediately was reminded of Tom Ford’s Plum Japonais (sadly discontinued and my favourite of his range), with a swirl of Christian Dior’s Poison and a definite touch of Guerlain’s Santal Royal, the woody aspects. These impressions continue as the scent develops over time. It has amazing longevity but on me only moderate silage. Sophisticated, mysterious, fiercely feminine, sexy and edgy .This scent is fit for a siren and as enchanting as her song.

I don't understand this one yet, but keep coming back to it. Well-blended as it is, it is also more opulent and complex than i ordinarily enjoy... I love its male counterpart, Memoir Man, plainly feral and austere (hence the frequent Geralt of Rivia association). Memoir Woman, on the other hand, is a creature of civilization. I can smell the spice trade and silk roads, which initially disappointed me. But Woman is also seductive, dynamic, opaque... For all of the linear coolness of Man, here I get candied fruits and spices in glittering bowls, a smoldering hearth, and domineering presence. Woman carries all of the narrative evolution, in this couple. Perhaps MM and MW are a Hades and Persephone, eternally and beautifully middle-aged in their radiant death-realm. Kidnapped as a girl (Hades was rarely subtle– nor is Memoir Man, for that matter), she partakes of the fruit of death and becomes his queen. Better to reign in Hell than serve the gods above, she'd say...

Dark and powdery at the same time, quite toned down and floral. When I see descriptions such as "skanky", "rotten" etc., I ask myself whether the test bottle in the store contained the same perfume as the one tested by the previous reviewers. I know my dry skin decomposes fragrances in the most unusual ways possible, but this one would be a first. Anyway, I am happy with its power and longevity (7 hours is a reasonable longevity, considering its oil concentration - 23%), so I am planning to buy it when I get my next salary. Update after several wears: this perfume, together with 400 and Tony Iommi Monkey Special (Xerjoff), is simply putting an end to my personal quest for the perfect fragrance, according to my taste and skin chemistry. It simply gives me the feeling of olfactory fulfillment, which would summarize like this: "I have been waiting for this flavour my entire life so far and now I have finally come to experience it."