Holy crap, the year is over.
This year often sucked, and I will be glad to see the back of it (don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out, 2012). Nonetheless it has seen the acquisition of a hellacious amount of perfume in this house, and I feel I should . . . → Read More: Buh-bye, 2012! In perfumes et al.
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.
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
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