One of my goals on my recent trip to Europe was to stop in the U.K. to sniff as many scents from 4160Tuesdays as possible.
The delightful and knowledgable Sarah McCartney, nose and owner of 4160Tuesdays, made it very possible by kindly allowing me to visit her studio and smell EVERY. THING.
I discovered 4160Tuesdays . . . → Read More: The dark heart of a tea party
Did you notice the new blog in the blogroll to the left? The Colognoisseur is perfume news, highlights, information, and musings by none other than Mark Behnke, long famed in the perfume world.
If you’ve ever been to a Sniffapalooza you know Mark, in his Hawaiian shirts and hat holding court wherever the caravan happens . . . → Read More: Enter the Colognoisseur
Increasingly I’m thinking of perfumes in terms of shapes. When I say that something blew up into a hollow bubble, that’s really what it feels like to me: no substance, but an aura almost solidified into a shell. It might even be shaped like an igloo, with a beginning in a different shape, or something . . . → Read More: Cotton candy that feels Smart
I wanted to understand Chanel No. 5 for the same reason I wanted to understand Shalimar. Maybe it’s intellectual curiosity, maybe it’s a desire to fit in, maybe it’s just bullheaded competitiveness, but if everyone else loves something, I want to understand why – even if I don’t love it too.
Just like with Shalimar, . . . → Read More: Le Monstre: Let’s talk about Chanel No. 5
One of my favorite writers growing up was James Herriot, and one of my favorite quotes was from a short story of his about getting accidentally drunk sampling homemade wine. “An enthusiast is appealing but a fanatic is irresistible,” is the way I remember the quote, and I think of it often as I pursue, . . . → Read More: The appeal of the fanatic
En route to a much-needed vacation, I decided to do a whirlwind shopping tour for some perfume. By whirlwind I mean I literally spent 24 hours in London and 24 hours in Paris.
Lots to talk about, lovely things (and a lovely conversation with the lovely Sarah McCartney of 4160Tuesdays!, which I had SPECIFICALLY wanted . . . → Read More: The delight of acquisition
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