L'Amour Mere

Join us tomorrow at MA VIE | New York as we celebrate one year of L’AMOUR MÈRE & unveil something new 🤎

We’re so excited to mark this milestone at MA VIE. L’AMOUR MÈRE is inspired by the French phrase for “mother’s love,” while MA VIE means “my life.” It feels like a beautiful pairing, and we’re honored to have our collection as part of their thoughtfully curated space. See you there x

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Thursday, August 6 | 5–8 PM
MA VIE
555 Hudson St.
New York, NY 10014

NYC 🤎 Join us at MA VIE | New York this Thursday (Aug 6th). Cocktails, light bites, conversation, and fragrance. See you there x

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Thursday, August 6 | 5–8 PM
MA VIE
555 Hudson St,
New York, NY 10014

Bare feet.
Warm earth.
A glimmer of sage, green rose leaves.
Petals, milky and soft — Rose de Grasse, orchid, iris, cotton peony.
Sweet air spun with freesia.
Cedar breath.
Skin. Amber. Home

(C) Love written in flowers

Fragrance notes:

💖 Top: Geranium Bourbon, Rose Essence, Wild Sage, Cedrat Zest, Rose Leaves
💖Heart: Rose de Grasse, Gypsy Orchid, Purple Iris, Cotton Peony, Spring Freesia, Geranium Rose
💖Base: Forset Heliotrope, Skin Musk, Blond Cedar, Gold Amber

Freesia drifting on bright air.
Neroli, rose, a flash of bitter orange.
A gardenia opening—slow, golden, endless.
Orange flower, jasmine, hyacinth
Petals suspended in light.
Vanilla hums against skin.
Soft woods, warm musk.

Nearness that never leaves

Shop the Natalie Perfume Oil Rollerball at lamourmere.com. 💜

I’m home after a week in Colorado visiting my stepparents 🤎

Read the rest (for free) on Substack https://aftertheflower.substack.com/p/bittersweet?r=dgbiq

NY // Meet us in the Village 🤎

Join founder Natasha Gregson Wagner at MA VIE | New York an evening celebrating one year of L'AMOUR MÈRE.

And we're unveiling something new 🤫

Cocktails, light bites, conversation, and fragrance.

💌 RSVP to [email protected]

Thursday, August 6 | 5–8 PM
MA VIE
555 Hudson St,
New York, NY 10014

Natalie 💜 The scent that started it all.
Now in a nourishing perfume oil rollerball.

Lamourmere.com

I am sitting in my family’s storage unit in Glendale. I’ve been here a handful of times now, and I’m beginning to know the place—the cavernous aisles, shelves of film canisters, boxes of photographs, cabinets full of old scripts. There is the smell of polished concrete and fresh wood underneath it all, but mostly the air is scented with the damp sweetness of paper softening with time.
Today, the hours pass slowly. My head is heavy with information. My eyes are glazed from so much organizing.

An unremarkable brown box sits on the floor.
I kneel beside it.

Inside are several three-quarter-inch videotapes. Beneath them sits a small leather book, its binding worn and slightly broken. I turn it over in my hands.

Stamped in fading gold letters is my mother’s name.

Natalie Wood Wagner.

I open the cover...

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Today I’m launching After the Flower, a new Substack where I’ll be sharing personal essays on scent, memory, family, and the invisible things that shape us.

If you’d like to read the rest of Personal—and receive future essays in your inbox—I hope you’ll join me there.

Read the full essay on Substack for free → After the Flower: https://open.substack.com/pub/aftertheflower/p/letter-from-1962?r=dgbiq&utm_campaign=post-expanded-share&utm_medium=web