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
Perfume bloggers have an annoying habit of blogging about things you can’t have. I’m very aware of this. It drives me crazy, and yet I’ve just done it (posting about Mary Greenwell’s Plum). In between bouts of swearing about whatever perfume my favorite blogger’s just gone on about, only to find out it was only . . . → Read More: Tell me more about the yeti
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.
I sent a friend of mine a set of samples recently, because she’s one of the few people I know who’s also interested in smelling perfumes. I sent a Top Hits according to me: Moroccan Mint Tea from Ava Luxe Tihota from Indult 24, Faubourg from Hermes Tocca’s Cleopatra and The Different Company’s Sel de . . . → Read More: Heresy and oil
I read in “The Perfect Scent” that most cleaning products in America and Europe are scented with inexpensive synthetic musk molecules discovered and widely deployed after World War II. Because these are the smell most of us grew up smelling in detergent, we associate these smells with “clean”. When someone tells me they like “clean, . . . → Read More: On cleanliness