As many of you know, I am currently hitting everyone up for perfume donations for a perfume sale/charity fundraiser later this month. At the suggestion of the brilliant Victoria of Bois de Jasmin, I also emailed a few indie perfumers to ask if they would be interested in participating. I just had to share the response that I got from Tauer Perfumes founder Andy Tauer, who shall henceforth be known as “a bro among bros”. Andy emailed me to tell me that while he already contributes to charity both personally and through his company, it is his personal policy not to give products to any charity. But not five minutes later, I received another email: a notification that Mr. Tauer had just donated £3o to Refuge through Scents of Self! So today I will be honoring Andy’s graciousness and generosity with a review of my favorite Tauer Perfumes fragrance, Lonestar Memories.
Lonestar Memories is a saturated, deeply satisfying leather scent. Unlike the somewhat stranger Tauer Perfumes L’Air du Desert Marocain, Lonestar Memories feels instantly familiar. Natalie of Another Perfume Blog once described it as “[her] childhood in a bottle”, which I consider to be the highest compliment one could pay to a perfume. There was nothing in my childhood that particularly smelled like Lonestar Memories, but there was a man who embodied it.
For reasons that no one quite understands, my father has always worn cowboy hats. My father is a 5’5″ Jew from Brooklyn who occasionally gets mistaken for Steven Spielberg (and, bizarrely, Steve Jobs). He invented positron emission mammography, has four degrees, and can read up to 200 pages an hour. He doesn’t look like much of a cowboy, and yet he is one. My father is one part Captain Kirk, one part Tony Stark, and one part Neil Gaiman. He has always been deeply individualistic, from the day that he was kicked out of his orthodox Jewish Torah school at age five for telling the teacher, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”
My father fills my life with Don Quixote-like adventures- “What if we can move nanobots to the brain using magnets?” “What if we subject these South American dancing worms to radiation and pretend they’re the urethra?” “What if I can teach myself Hindi in two weeks?” “What if I take up snowboarding at age 54?”- and it is nothing short of thrilling every time I get to help him prove his crazy, brilliant ideas.
When I smell Lonestar Memories, I smell my father’s confidence, his sudden grins, his ridiculous cowboy hats. I fully intend to buy him a bottle- no cowboy should be without it.