Rolling out of bed, so tired, bleary eyed, exhausted, another day of work and running and errands ahead. Hop into the shower, thinking about what perfume to wear. Too many take too much effort and will just wear out my… Continue Reading
Mood, emotion and scent are closely related for me and are how I evaluate a new perfume – what I call smell memory. While I can sometimes find some of the notes in a composition and generally describe what it… Continue Reading
I have a shoebox full of fragrance vials. I call it the Halloween Candy. Some of the Candy came from eBay; I buy decants. But most of the Candy came from the same incredibly generous, anonymous donor in Colorado who… Continue Reading
In my earliest memory she is pulling me on a wooden sled through the soft, wet snow. I watch her black leather boots trudge before me, her long brown velour coat dusted with white along the bottom. It is still… Continue Reading
My Very Own Darkly Gothic Poem Untitled Slender beams of accusation enter this darkened church as I kneel, always alone, always supplicating, frozen here, waiting. Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air, forming… Continue Reading
Fifi Chachnil perfume first came into my life back in October. As I spritzed her out of the little decant I’d bought on The B*y, I was in love. Sweet, but not too sweet — tobacco, amber, coriander, powdered rose, mandarin,… Continue Reading
This is how I hoped Sand & Sables would make me feel, young, thin, glamorous… smelling of coconuts and hopefully my coconuts closer to my neck — like they were 20 years ago. March’s pick of Sand & Sables was… Continue Reading