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Shit I been wearing

Hey, you didn’t come for the polite language. I am under so much pressure to sit down and shut up these days, I have to bust out somewhere. Sorry, it’s here.

Sniffapalooza is coming up! And with it the inevitable “What are your favorite frags?” question. I just got to go to a lovely dinner . . . → Read More: Shit I been wearing

C’est une pipe

Sådanne is knee-meltingly good.

If you’ve ever smelled any Slumberhouse scents you’re going to find traces of several in this new one. There’s the hay of Sova (oh god why didn’t I buy a bottle when I could), the cranberry sour of Zahd (without the actual smoky cranberry essence Josh Lobb used in that limited-edition . . . → Read More: C’est une pipe

Stuff

Sorry, I wasn’t trying to alarm anybody about saying I had to adjust my perfume purchases. I’m taking some classes I have to pay for, that’s all, and I still have some other financial things to get in order from moving. (I’m not ready to admit publicly that I am getting yet another graduate degree. . . . → Read More: Stuff

Liking bad stuff

I’ve been craving fairly bad perfumes. Not things formulated to smell bad, but just, cheap, possibly cheerful perfumes.

Perhaps it’s the late summer heat, perhaps it’s being tired and dispirited so much of the time (this is always a tough time of year and this year is perhaps the worst); perhaps it’s knowing that my . . . → Read More: Liking bad stuff

Smell the revolution

How many of us wear perfume to draw attention to ourselves? I think few, actually. We wear perfume for ourselves, for pleasure, and we worry about it being too much for the folks around us, if we are being “that person” whom everyone else can smell coming a mile away.

What if we wanted to . . . → Read More: Smell the revolution

The pleasures of sweat

Am I the only one who doesn’t use perfume to fight the heat? Of course, I can talk – this is the mildest summer I’ve had in a decade of living on this godforsaken island, with very little real heat to complain about.

But even in the swelteringest summer, I complain about still air as . . . → Read More: The pleasures of sweat

Obligatory Beach Perfume Post

I think what’s special about the smell at the beach is dead things. Sorry, not particularly romantic in a perfume blog, but it’s true. The sun-cooked, salt-pickled smell of seaweed that has washed up on the beach is heaven to me, and the smell of a real oceanic beach, with its sand and rocks, would . . . → Read More: Obligatory Beach Perfume Post

Sorry. I’ve been a Bisy Backson.

SO I moved. And I took a class. I helped hold a conference, presented at another one, took a different class. Work went a bit haywire. And I’m still unpacking.

I’ve been doing some other things for my fun down time than perfume. A bit of writing, and setting up my house. Now that I . . . → Read More: Sorry. I’ve been a Bisy Backson.

Everything is ———

I’m not low maintenance. I feel badly for my nearest and dearest sometimes. (Though if I were low maintenance, I wouldn’t have been able to do a lot of things that I’ve done that I wanted to do.) Sometimes I make myself tired. Where to start, what to say, when I’m feeling picky and pokey . . . → Read More: Everything is ———

Gotta move

Yes I want to write a wrap-up of Sniffapalooza, start reviewing some of the perfumes I smelled (I’ve really been enjoying SuléKó’s scents – I think there’s an English site too somewhere. The perfume is intended to follow in the footsteps of classic Russian perfumery; the bottles are to die for.)

But I have to . . . → Read More: Gotta move