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Patty White launched Perfume Posse in 2005, and we've been yapping on and on about perfume endlessly since.

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Jan 302015
 
 January 30, 2015  Posted by on January 30, 2015 7 Responses »
NyQuil

NyQuilSorry, the flu I thought I’d beaten back with a stick has merely biding it’s time waiting for me around a blind corner with a sock full of quarters. I’ve been dragging myself out to deal with the work issues I can’t avoid then crawling into bed in my LL Bean sweatshirt and flannel jammie bottoms (I know, Cary Grant incarnate) and watching lots of daytime TV.

Now, I ditched cable a while ago and am going completely broadcast. So I get the worst of the worst.  Daytime chat shows where celebs pretend to be just regular folk while chatting up their latest project (which is fine) or those awful ones where some “Dr.” intervenes on some poor soul who is only sexually attracted to electrical appliances or wooden spoons.

That, or reruns from shows from the 70’s that I thought were idiotic when I saw them as a kid. The other thing about broadcast is that the digital antennae you can get are disrupted by any aircraft that go by. Since this is LA and Action McNews will be hovering overhead every time Ali Lohan litters, you can barely get a full “Judge Judy” in.

So I’ve been reading a lot.

A friend loaned me a bunch of books by the author Robert Rodi, who is a Chicago based writer of gay comedic books. Like Paul Rudnick and Joe Keenan, he’s laugh-out-loud funny and a master at plots that surprise and delight. Apparently he’s moved on from that genre, but I would beg him to move back.

So since I’m not smelling (well, I’m smelling, but that’s having sweated through the sheets..) but reading please share your latest reads in the comments.

Also, has anyone caught the new “Mapp and Lucia” on BBC? I loved it but I am apparently in the minority on this one. I love (and own) the 1985 version, but this was a delight and cements visiting Rye as on my bucket list.

If this F*&ing cold will go away..

Image: Nyquil

Jan 292015
 
 January 29, 2015  Posted by on January 29, 2015 28 Responses »
incense OpenClips Pixabay

Hey Crew, Portia from AustralianPerfumeJunkies thinking about ambient scent. It takes so many forms and we hardly even notice loads of them because they’ve become so usual in our daily lives. The shampoo, soap, dishwashing liquid, moisturiser, deodorant, EVERYTHING has a fragrance and sometimes I feel my house is just a mess of smells.

Incense

incense OpenClips PixabayPhoto stolen Pixabay

I have a theory, that has nothing scientific to back it up, that all those smells become olfactory pollution and that they drown out the things I really want to smell. My ways to clear the air are to burn a non or very quietly scented candle, roll a piece of newspaper up tight and light it till it’s a huge smoky thing and wander through the house or burn incense. Yes, there is a ridiculous collection of incense here from all over the world. My current favourite is a beautiful one that Jin’s Mum bought for me in one of the oldest temples in South Korea, it has a soft, pure, sweet woods and resins scent that seems to cut through everything else and completely take over. When the scent leaves though it’s as if the air is cleared, the bad energy gone and those olfactory pollutions have flown out the window.

Tonight I’m burning a Sandalwood one that my mate Clayton from What Men Should Smell Like blog bought me at the Indian Sandalwood plantations, it’s a beautiful scent but also a happy memory of him.

Incense William Warby FlickrPhoto Stolen Flickr

LuckyScent has some beautiful incense packs at the moment, beautifully presented and so luxe

Do you use incense? Which ones? Maybe you have a cleansing ritual in your home to clear the air?
What are your favourite Incense scents? I love the CdG Incense series, especially Avignon, the original brown GUCCI Pour Homme and Serge Lutens Chergui also wears very incense for me.

Portia xx

 

Jan 272015
 
 January 27, 2015  Posted by on January 27, 2015 53 Responses »
grace

Well!  And how’s that for a post title.

First, the RAOK winners –  I wish I could send everybody something, you were all so kind about sharing your thoughts for the New Year.  But I did invoke The Bruno and his spirit came down and guided random.org to pick Janet in California and tfk31  (and btw, sweetie, it’s gonna be Just Fine.  One foot in front of the other).  

gmail your ol’ evilauntieanita and give me your deets, both of you.  I will send you some fun things.

Okay!  Recap of San Francisco:

I ….I was SO freakin’ SICK!  I thought I’d beaten that crud that filled up my lungs and my sinuses but travel beat me like I stole something!!!.   I had a great time nonetheless, including the time spent with my beloved hypochondriac cousin who, when I asked for a general tour of her area, took me on a tour of her doctors’ offices.  Her MANY doctors’ offices.  Can’t make that stuff up!  I was enchanted.  Another friend’s  fairytale home in the Oakland Hills, so full of love and laughter and warmth.   You know That House.  The one where you walk in, it’s a mess, with dishes in the sink, dogs running around and stuff all over the place.  And you could just sit down, have a cup of tea and stay forever.  Yeah. That House.  Something Really Special,  That House.

My sweet Brooke.  In the midst of her insane schedule and very palpable loss of a good friend, she found time to take me to Grace Cathedral to see the ribbon installation, Graced with Light.  I’ve loved Grace Cathedral since I was 12 years old and my father brought home the LP of Vince Guaraldi’s Mass performed there.  It was the embodiment of everything magical that was San Francisco and remains so to this day.   Alas, I was so feverish that I ended up falling asleep in the pew, like a vagrant.  Oh, well.   It’s a pretty special place to pass out in.grace

Saturday was the Gathering of Friends and before any of you congratulate me on the success of this Event, let me tell you:  I had very little to do with it, beyond instigating the auction.  Brooke took care of everything – and good thing, too, since Hey!  Guess what?  Sick.  I spent about an hour there before I realized that my place was in bed, not recreating the San Francisco portions of ‘Contagion’.  I think everybody had a good time, though, even though it was a bittersweet affair and I enjoyed meeting so many new friends and reconnecting with some old pals, as well.

New Friend:  Bruno Fazzolari.  Met his gorgeous self at Tigerlily.  Okay, here’s the thing:  Bruno is GORGEOUS.  But he’s more than just a pretty face.  There is a quiet inner glow to the man that surpasses any physical beauty (and that is saying something, lemmetellya).  I found myself just…..unwinding….settling down….had I not been so skritchy with the sick I suspect I could’ve sat on a sofa and chatted with him for hours, he is that calming and cool.  And he is a damn good perfumer.  I’d heard of his work but it had never been on my radar.  Then Antonia (owner of the adorable Tigerlily) had me sniff Au Dela, his salty take on neroli and jasmine.  Absolutely stunning!  Donna Hathaway rocked the daylights out of Monserrat, which is a lovely green/osmanthus combination with a sparkly bit of grapefruit.  It’s just so damn PRETTY!   Perfumisti (especially those newer to the club) often dismiss the notion of ‘pretty’ but I aver that a) there’s a lot to be said for a pretty scent and b) it’s way harder than you might think to create a pretty scent that is also interesting (which is why there is a lot of pretty dreck out there).  Bruno’s scents balance ‘pretty’ and ‘interesting’ very nicely.  The couple I’ve sampled are evocative of Bruno himself – an obviously gorgeous surface with complexities of character that flash, tantilizingly, just below.

SF Artisan Salon

SF Artisan Salon

 

But don’t take my word for it – I’ve got samples of Au Dela and Monserrat to share with you.  Drop a comment letting me know what scent you think of when you think ‘pretty’.   There’s a cute little pibble that visits here every morning – I’ll ask her to hit random and pick someone to sample the gorgeous Brunos!

Jan 262015
 
 January 26, 2015  Posted by on January 26, 2015 18 Responses »
Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium Perfume

Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium, when I first read about it, got my heart going a little faster.  A darker, more smoky, coffee-infused Opium?  OMGOMGOMGZOMG.

Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium Perfume

 

Then I read that Hedi Slimane said no to Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium by making it clear he had zero to do with the creative direction of the fragrance.  Damn, Hedi, I’m alarmed by this.  Early reviews of Black Opium seemed to go in the same sad direction.  It was initially released in Europe, and I did find it when I was in Paris. Oh!

I forgot to apologize for the lack of a post last week.  Never, ever think you can go to Paris for four days.  I spent at least that much time traveling, and I was exhausted from start to finish.

After spending almost 48 hours in airports and on planes, it’s an understatement to say I had some time to browse in the airport duty free.  There it was, YSL Black Opium. I sniffed the cap.  This was not the dark, smoky perfume in my dreams. This was a slightly sweet, generic concoction that I expect of mainstream perfumes.  Sweet.  Reeeeeeally sweet.  I tried to back out of expectations and wonder what I would think of it if it weren’t named YSL Black Opium, if it didn’t have that legacy behind it.  Who cares?  The people behind that legacy chose to slap the name on it, so I don’t have to forget its history. I felt the same way about Chanel Coco Noir.  Not a terrible fragrance exactly, just forgettable and in no way the heir to the Coco name.

Black Opium is a sad heir to what Opium was.  A frothy sweet dessert that would fit better in Paris Hilton’s lineup that YSL’s.  Ugh.  Why do two great perfume houses decide to double down on some of their best perfumes and do such a horrible job with seemingly no historical connection to the fragrance that lent them their name?

I’m pretty turnt up about the whole situation.  Notes of Pink Pepper, Orange Blossom, Jasmine, Coffee, Vanilla, Patchouli and Sandalwood (not listed, sugar, sugar, maple, candy corn, more sugar and syrup).  AND incredible stupidity.  Welcome to Chanel’s Stupid Flanker Idea Club, YSL.

I’d offer some samples as a drawing, but everyone would bail on me.  Instead, what have you guys been up to the last couple of weeks?  Missed you!  Have you tried this one yet, do you even want to at this point, even out of curiosity?

Mini-disaster Monday: Spilled perfume -- broken bottles, broken vials

Mini-disaster Monday: Spilled perfume — broken bottles, broken vials

I knew it had to happen sometime, but I really hate it when something breaks in the mail, and especially when it was a little gift for someone else. I had gotten a couple of Bond No. 9 Wall Street samples for a goodie bag for a friend’s son and The rest, please…

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