Freesias come from South Africa. To crib from Wikipedia, twelve of the fourteen species are indigenous to my home province, the Western Cape. When they’re in season, sadly for only a very short while in early spring, I stop by… Continue Reading
I have no idea where that title came from, it just seemed like Kerosene and Xerjoff together made up some biker flick they should have made in the ’60s, starring Billy Jack with “One Tin Soldier” playing at the end,… Continue Reading
By Ann First off, hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day weekend! Now, I have a confession: I used to be a tuberose hater (that and leather, lavender, cumin, and so it goes). But thankfully, tastes can change, or at… Continue Reading
The first time I was the lucky recipient of a wonderful-smelling something, I was about 7 years old. I had a friend from Japan whose school bag was filled with really cool stuff I’d never seen before. Like erasers that… Continue Reading
Kilian, Kilian, Kilian. I try so hard to love you. I should love you. After all, I adore your fine-ass founder, Kilian Hennessy, and his insistence that “perfume is an art”. Yet you push me away with your perilous prices… Continue Reading
Amber. We have such a complex, masochistic relationship. I love amber; I want to love amber more than I do, but the idea of smelling like a head shop is incredibly off-putting to me. Amber can be such a refined,… Continue Reading
Okay, I was in Sephora in the Beverly Center. For some reason it was hitting the 80’s in LA this week and I was needing heavy AC and an Ice-Blended the size of a Buick. I decided to peruse the… Continue Reading