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Perfume for a hurricane

Perfume is about your environment, about pleasure in inhabiting your environment, and for much of the last two weeks, my environment has sucked.

We were lucky, getting our power back after only about a week. There are still 64,000 people on Long Island without power – there are people we work with without power. There . . . → Read More: Perfume for a hurricane

Identity Crisis

The Unseen Censer is having a bit of an identity crisis, y’all.

I’m not really going back to my go-to bottles that much. I am the big floral girl, I am the 80s-shoulderpads-girl. I am Vanilla Girl. Did you see, by the way, the awesome roundup of vanilla perfumes by usual vanilla-phobe Patty over at . . . → Read More: Identity Crisis

Pssst. This review is a secret.

I am not that young; I’ve had time to accept that I’m always the last to know.

Still, it always surprises me.

After years of hearing about “Ormonde Jayne Woman” this and “Ormonde Jayne Woman” that, I just broke down and simply bought a sample from the Perfumed Court.

It wasn’t going to magically come . . . → Read More: Pssst. This review is a secret.

Who are you?

Along with reorganizing the fume collection in the new year, there seems to be something going through the air of the blogosphere, with bloggers asking who they are and how a perfume expresses it.

The Non-Blonde blogged about “Perfume that’s just not you”. She mentions often that a perfume is or isn’t her. I am . . . → Read More: Who are you?

Only a light rose for me, thanks, I’m driving

I’m one of those annoying people who says they don’t much care for rose, but own several. I’m pretty picky about my roses – as I suppose most of us who claim not to like them much probably are. Unlike most other notes, I curate my rose collection very carefully, perhaps because a bad rose . . . → Read More: Only a light rose for me, thanks, I’m driving

I’m so maxed out on expensive.

Don’t get me wrong, I still want a bottle of Tihota – well, pretty badly, actually, and I can’t stop thinking about having a bottle of Clive Christian No. 1 all my very own to pet and hug and call George. But after my recent buying splurge, I am so maxed out on things that . . . → Read More: I’m so maxed out on expensive.