One of my fondest scent memories is of my mother. We were on a family summer vacation in the south of France for 4 weeks. One of the cities we visited was Aix-en-Provence. I was a young teenager and was just becoming interested in the luxuries in life. I always loved my mother’s perfume and remember sneaking into her dressing area to steal a spritz or two of her perfume.
Imagine my surprise when my mother asked if I wanted to go into a Parfumerie with her in Aix-en-Provence. For the life of me I cannot recall where my father was – but I do believe that he would have sat in a cafe waiting for his women to finish their shopping. My sister was with us and as far as I remember she had no interest in perfume. I thought I was only along to help my mother pick out a perfume.
She chose Eau de Campagne by Sisley and then asked the sales assistent to show me something as well. Out of a hand full of perfumes that she showed me, I fell in love with the bottle of Diva by Ungaro. The sales assistent noted that Diva was probably not a perfume for someone of my age, but I was adamant that that was my perfume. My mother proudly presented me with my first bottle of grown up perfume!
I wore Diva for over fifteen years. It was as close as I ever got to having a signature scent. I lost count of the number of bottles of Diva that I bought in those years. And then, something changed. It had lost a certain rich quality. It was a bit more bracing in the top notes and the drydown was not as lavish. So I lamented its loss and started my journey to find another great perfume love. They say that you do not forget your first love. Not even in perfume I would add. I have many perfumes loves at the moment, but I have been searching for a glimpse of the first.
Fast forward to January 2014. I was walking down a major shopping street here in Vienna and searched out a perfume store recommended to me by Birgit. This store is literally a hole in the wall and as I walked in I was taken aback by all of the discontinued perfumes staring right at me. And then I remembered that I have been longing to find my lost love Diva and asked if they had some. Yes! They did. I was obviously not permitted to smell the perfume but I took a chance and bought it. I was so desperate to recreate the memories of that day in Aix-en-Provence.
As I sprayed the perfume I was immediately transported back to the tree lined street next to that Parfumerie and to the days afterwards walking around Avignon, Orange and St. Tropez. It is perfectly intact.
Diva is a rose chypre and in my opinion simply stunning. It opens grand and opulent, to my nose this perfume is centered on a full bodied red rose. It dries down with only a touch of honey to give it a more rounded quality. There is a bit of sandalwood at the end as well. All in all this perfume is all about the rose. The best part is when I spray, I spray on my clothes as well and love the aura that surrounds me all day long.
Knowing my love for Diva I am in danger of wearing it lavishly and without restraint, so if I am not careful I will go through my bottle in no time. Since it is irreplaceable it will have to be a cherished perfume that I only break out on special occasions.