OK, after all this defending of expensive perfume, let’s swing the other way for a while.
This week I’ve been snorting Bohemian Black, by House of Matriach, and my beloved vintage Vol de Nuit, which I was able to pick up at a relatively reasonable price from another perfume fanatic who was rehoming it.
If . . . → Read More: On the other hand: value
It’s not cool to whine, right?
I don’t want to be one of those websites where people come to complain. But there’s at least one company that I just cannot do business with any more. Their website is nonfunctional, the staff seem to be completely out to lunch; I’ve never had a transaction go smoothly. . . . → Read More: Elephant in the room
I discovered Roja Dove perfumes at the spring 2013 Sniffapalooza, and I’ve been falling ever since.
It’s been quite a ride. Of course I knew about Roja Dove, parfumeur par excellence, before then; he’s the fellow that you see in any documentary about perfume (I’d seen the BBC miniseries), and I bought his book . . . → Read More: Roja Dove, Rock Star Parfumeur
Good lord, where have I been? Let’s get back into the swing of things with hoard porn. Everybody loves hoard porn.
This is the glass tray of small bottles that lives on my small bureau. These live on a glass tray because that damn Montale bottle leaked and melted a circle into the finish of . . . → Read More: Hoard porn
Loree Rodkin Gothic rings
Loree Rodkin was one of the scent lines I discovered at the Scent Bar in Los Angeles, a line from which the delightful Steve gave me samples of both Gothic I and Gothic II to consider further.
As You Know, I have been on a huge amber kick all year; there . . . → Read More: A touch in winter
Something on my shirt smells delicious.
You have this situation, right? I wore this shirt, like, last week or something. I have no idea what this is. But it smells great. You’re delicious, scarily-large-molecules-that-are-clearly-not-organic-because-they-have-not-decayed.
I don’t know why, but it doesn’t make me that crazy not to know what it is. I own it, whatever . . . → Read More: Smell my leftovers
What are your favorite houses? It seems like every perfumista I meet or see online is a known fan of this or that house – they love L’Artisan, they’re a big Amouage ho (I’m a big Amouage ho), they adore Tauer perfumes or Jo Malone, and then of course there are the classics – Guerlain . . . → Read More: Houses
At some point in the last five years I decided I didn’t really care for neroli. I think I had smelled too many soapy orange flowers and neroli was one of those ingredients I learned to steer clear of. I have no problem with white flowers (though I am careful with tuberose); it just wasn’t… . . . → Read More: Neroli, man. What’s up with that?
Wow, was 2013 over in a blink or what? Thing is, I felt like the year went really fast. Perfumes I bought in the spring still feel like new acquisitions to me.
In fact, it was my biggest splurge of the year – Roja Dove’s Amber Aoud – that still seems new. I am still . . . → Read More: 2013 in perfumes: it’s ovah!
Do you beat yourself up about your perfume habit? Can I encourage you to not? This is an indulgent hobby we are participating in, for sure, but it’s relatively harmless. It’s certainly not as bad for me as the Godiva chocolates I had for Thanksgiving. Yes, it does a lot of damage to the pocketbook, . . . → Read More: Perfume habits