Sacred Memory Kerosene 2018

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6.9 / 10 49 Ratings

Sacred Memory is a perfume by Kerosene for women and men and was released in 2018. The scent is woody-smoky. It is still in production.
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Main accords

Woody

Smoky

Fruity

Spicy

Resinous

Fragrance Notes

Tobacco absolute

Whisky barrel

Red berries

Amber

Musk

Bergamot

Perfumer & Creative Guidance

John Pegg Brand owner, Perfume maker

Ratings

Scent

6.949 Ratings

Longevity

7.840 Ratings

Sillage

6.940 Ratings

Bottle

7.645 Ratings

Value for money

7.410 Ratings

Submitted by JoHannes, last update on 05.10.2023.

Reviews

3 in-depth fragrance descriptions

10/05/2023

6
Scent

ScentStudio
141 Reviews

ScentStudio

1

Not so sacred to me...

Sacred Memory is true to the DNA of Kerosene from first spray. I get flash memories of Blackmail, Broken Theories and elements of other fragrances too.
Sacred Memory is truly just that, sacred memories of some of the many Kerosene fragrances I have tried.

I get a contrasting sour, woody note and lightly sweet berry undertone. It is oak, whiskey and tobacco in harmony with red berry notes. After dry down, the fragrance is woody and based on the somewhat sweet undertone of whiskey. I am excited to see how it performs with my skin.
Wow. Turpentine, burnt wood, nothing pleasant to my nose, at first spray. Sacred Memory is a harsh fragrance! Unfortunately, the red berry notes are nowhere to be found on my skin, which would have been a pleasant contrast to the fragrance.
After dry down, Sacred Memory isn't as sour and chemical, but burnt wood is at the forefront with just a hint of something else, not whiskey though.

To my surprise, the fragrance sweetens up a little bit and it is as if the red berry notes are there after all. Unfortunately, Sacred Memory won't be a sacred memory to me.

03/17/2021

Splitter
50 Reviews

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Splitter

3

Guilty Pleasure with short breath

Me, whisky lover to the core. Bowmore fan with matching tattoo.
Smoky, salty, spicy, sometimes a strong astringent fruity note, that's what I prefer to pour into my glass.

This is a scent I imagined to be, shall we say, different. Especially because I apparently some perceive as smoky and woody. Can I somehow so not go along. For the term 'Sacred' I had also wished incense, which has not found its way into the bottle anyway. Strange.
It starts with me with a heavy fruit wine. Almost pungent in the nose and definitely more than one drunk over the thirst boozy. At times, a note of melting plastic comes to it - hope that's not what some understand by smoky.
Linear course, thereby little changed even hours later. But then actually drier, less fruity, not woody, but rather dry green. So the spice of dried tobacco.
I was already on the verge of wanting to get rid of the bottle again, since after several attempts this quite strange characteristic set in, that it is not a particularly suitable for everyday use fragrance, but brings a certain charm with it, which makes it somehow exciting for me.
I do have one small negative note, unfortunately. Sacred Memory is quite short-winded. Two hours a bomb, where you could worry, the Kolleg:innen leave the room, then the fruit is gone and flattens out more and more. Only the spiciness and much later gentle woodiness remains, however, already after four hours virtually impossible to make out.

And whether I will ever understand what some perceive so as smoky....

Overall to be taken with a grain of salt but somehow definitely worth a try if you're looking for adventure.

Speaking of adventure. Since I have bought the gigantic Kerosene Sample Pack, I now also try me through the entire catalog

11/03/2019

9
Bottle 7
Sillage 8
Longevity 8
Scent

Chnokfir
34 Reviews

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Chnokfir

Top Review 20

Run in front of the bus

Love at first sight!

Do you know it? Not just a "Oh, yeah, the one's all nice!" No, just as right as it was in front of the bus, when you are suddenly struck by something, frightened at first because something comes unexpectedly to you, fractions of a second later you feel an impact, in your heart and in your head and then you have no idea what to do. In the best case one happens that yes with a dear human being and is based on reciprocity. Sometimes this happens when you have a great meal with refined spices and or here and there when you test a new fragrance.

At the very first approach with a Kerosene fragrance this can't happen unless you have a soft spot for black velvet pouches. Let's leave it at that. The bottle is a mysteriously dark square in the solid standard version and also has a simple lid. Inconspicuous, there wouldn't be the large brass plate on the front, into which the artist supposedly still put the letters of his label and perfume name by hand. Always a little crooked and crooked and just because of that so beautiful.

One sprayer and you get grazed by the bus. A second careless push on the nebulizer and it rolls over you. Yes, many have already written that and some have certainly meant the same thing, but only rarely does it really apply.

Here a very dense and very dark cloud overcomes you, with which some probably immediately screams incense and Oud. But you shouldn't make it that easy. The two sinister journeymen are certainly also in the game. But there are also amber, wood and musk, from which one has taken everything bright and shining and also everything liquid like in a black hole, until only the extract in the form of a dark crystal remains, which one grinds and blows into the nose. In order to soften this Mordor-like impression a little, the weak light in this tunnel is a fruit chord, clearly synthetic like Red-Berry-Iced-Tea from the Tetra-Pack. This may not be everyone's taste now, but in moments like this in this dark valley, it comes in handy because it at least intermittently softens the dark notes a bit. However, the fruits do not last long and a bitter, almost bitter peaty whiskey accent drives its dread, also always blown around by the dark, dark coke woods.

If you have recovered from the collision with the bus and ask how long you have been in a coma, you may be surprised, because the scent is still there. Also the next day, clearly. Very clear and still very expressive. Even in his clothes he lasts, two days, three days. For my part I apply this scent Scottish sparingly in the hollow of the knee, so that a sufficient distance to one's own nose is created and there are only softened scraps of scent wafting towards one's own nose.

Call me a macho who hasn't yet arrived gender-wise in the here and now, which I also don't want to deny in principle, but for me it's a men's scent. I don't know any woman I want to smell this scent on and I can't imagine any. Maybe Grace Jones, though, no! More like a battle-axe swinging Viking warrior who defends her children from the smoking ruins of her village from a marauding band of robbers. But I don't want to get too close to that woman either. But let's not do that, it won't lead to anything. It remains a man scent.

The inclined reader may ask himself at the latest now the question whether one must have and carry this smell in Dreiteufelsnamen. No. My answer is no. It's more of a scent to itself. Or if you would like to keep some distance to other people in public transport, offices, theatres, cinemas or at family celebrations. The fragrance is coarse, but still has a certain addictive factor. Similar to a bus accident, you don't want to see it, but still look ...