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
I long to walk through a cool dark forest. Long Island has been a little too horrible in the weather department lately: flooding from rain, boiling muggy heat, freezing temperatures in May. I want living nature but not to be fried or flooded or melted. Is it too much to ask?
Today the weather seems . . . → Read More: Where ya going, Little Red Riding Hood?
At this stage in my perfume acquisition career, it actually is a bit of a relief if I don’t fall in love with a new perfume. I’ve noticed other folks on perfume boards saying it would take ages to sample all the samples they have in the house, and thus it is with me. It’s . . . → Read More: I thought I was in love; turns out I wasn’t.
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.