A wonderful memory
About 20 years ago, I was on vacation in Morocco with my family. I must say that we like to do adventurous things, like cutting straight through the desert with our Fiat Uno only armed with a compass, when the wind had blown sand across the roads, or for the simple reason to go fast.
One day we saw two little boys who were standing at the side of the road and were stopping cars. We stopped, took them in and drove them to their place of home.
When I remember back now, to this day I cannot figure out how to interpret the look on their father's face. Was it horror that the boys went on a ride with strangers, or was it surprise that we brought them home? Anyway, we were invited into a large Bedouin tent which was put up in the middle of the desert. We were offered heavily sweetened tea and sat on piles of rugs. My mom and I received silver bracelets and carpets were promised to our men (my dad and my brother). My mom brought out salted peanuts which were not really appreciated by our hosts. Using "hands and feet" to explain, plus the little broken English they had, they insisted that nuts are sweet and therefore the salt is not appropriate.
This day in the desert is etched in my memory. And this is exactly what "Sandflowers" smells like: Dry heat, desert sand, salt, aromatic notes, and a whiff of sunscreen which was a must for our pale faces.
This fragrance seems to confuse other people - I have already heard "you smell like a caramel biscuit" or "are you wearing 'Sunflowers' today?"
The sillage is amazing ... even after 4 hours, my colleagues in the office could still point out the room where I had been last. I myself can still detect a faint scent of "Sandflowers" on my skin after 6 hours. On clothing, guaranteed to the next day.
Originally I had expected a desert memory association from another scent 'Saharienne' which is a pleasant enough perfume but has nothing to do with the Sahara.
Oh yes, half a year later, rugs were delivered to us by mail.