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The story of sex and a peach

I didn’t even bother to smell By Kilian’s “Flower of Immortality” this weekend at Bergdorf, because anyone who has smelled any of their Asian Tales series can tell you how it smells: light, sheer, and (in this case) with a peach note, because they tell you in the ad copy that it has peach in . . . → Read More: The story of sex and a peach

13 Perfumes. Try them or don’t. It doesn’t affect me.

I love lists, though I’m not so great at writing them. I am constantly juggling lists in Dropbox, lists in Google Docs, lists in Zenbe, lists written in my spiral notebook, lists written in my flat notebook, lists written on post-its and stuck to various surfaces near my phone to represent various states of urgency, . . . → Read More: 13 Perfumes. Try them or don’t. It doesn’t affect me.

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

I love heartache

When I see people talk about how they avoid discontinued perfumes because they can’t stand the heartache,

… I think “MORE FOR ME!!!”

Honestly, embracing the ephemeral was the basis for my launch into complete fanaticism about this hobby.

Which is just to say: I got a perfume I loved, found out it had been . . . → Read More: I love heartache


I was so irritated recently by Miller Harris Fleurs de Sel that I’m looking for other salt perfumes to wear. For some reason on the particular day that I wore it, it was only dune grass (vetiver) and perhaps lavender; no fleurs, and not really any sel, either.

I was annoyed enough that I tried . . . → Read More: Salt

Everything old is new at my house

Few people will admit to liking the smell of human nether regions. Yet I’d bet a dollar lots of us do; there’s an awful lot of sex going on, after all.

There’s a much better essay that needs to be written on American problems with admitting that sex is enjoyable, and American problems admitting that . . . → Read More: Everything old is new at my house