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To prevent being ingested

I am delicious, and the way that I know that I am delicious is that outdoor creatures dine upon me every chance they get. When I was younger every bug bite would swell up into a little mountain of horribleness, and I would scratch like you couldn’t believe. I tried everything to get them to . . . → Read More: To prevent being ingested

Sniffapalooza report! Spring Fling 2015

Sniffapalooza last weekend was some much needed fun time for me. I haven’t posted much lately, have I? Well, I have a lot to show for this year, but it has been ridiculously busy. Not-busy fun time is important, and for me that’s perfume time!

The finest of 1998 web graphics – glitter text! . . . → Read More: Sniffapalooza report! Spring Fling 2015

Shop girl

I feel like my own snobbery is coming back to bite me in the ass. Sitting here amongst all my Amouages and exclusives and vintage whatnots, I realize that what I am mostly wearing this spring are department store juices.

Gucci Guilty and I are having a real thing. I fell for this lilac amber . . . → Read More: Shop girl

Collection Frustration

When does your collection give you more annoyance than pleasure? Right now I’m in a slightly unhappy moment in the relationship. I own both the EDP and the parfum of Mahora and can’t find either one; and as I search I uncover samples and tiny decants that have dried up. (In two cases larger 10 . . . → Read More: Collection Frustration

The Chanel Project: 31 Rue Cambon. Wait for it…

Do you want to know? In the Chanel collection of scents, after No. 5 it’s 31 Rue Cambon. If 31 Rue Cambon were a person, and someday that person passed away, its gravestone would read “Perfume” pure and simple.

On me 31 Rue Cambon opens with that “perfume” perfume note that cause young people to . . . → Read More: The Chanel Project: 31 Rue Cambon. Wait for it…

The Chanel Project: Chance

Upon my first wearing of Chance, I decided that I felt about perfumes the same way I feel about books: awwww, all of them should be loved by someone somewhere.

I’m dead serious about this. I worry about how inanimate objects feel, especially about whether or not they feel lonely and unloved. I used . . . → Read More: The Chanel Project: Chance