Author: March

You know what I miss?  Those sweet,  heady days of my early perfume love, where I’d walk around in a fugue state with my wrist up to my nose, obsessing over some scent I’d read about on a blog.  Going… Continue Reading →

For someone who can barely smell her perfume, I seem to have bought a lot of perfume recently. As I mentioned earlier, I’m filling in the few gaps in my Annick Goutal collection.  I’ve bought Camille (love), Charlotte (jury’s out),… Continue Reading →

For whatever reason, my wonky nose seems best able to discern Annick Goutal scents.  So when I’m really coming up empty-handed (-nosed?) I work on filling in the gaps in my AG collection. I’ve set aside my new-to-me bottle of… Continue Reading →

It all started off with my burning desire to eat just one more slice of mille crepes cake (yep, the same cake Anita put in my birthday post) from New York’s Lady M pop-up boutique before it disappeared from our… Continue Reading →

Walking home I caught the scent of lilies and stopped dead in my tracks.  They were stately Casablancas; I could smell them ten feet away.  I made a hard left, leaned over the iron fence into my neighbor’s garden, and… Continue Reading →

I was on a trip last week.  My sense of smell was frustratingly wonky (plane travel? allergies? who knows) which I dealt with by ignoring it, mostly.  But I also tried sniffing some new, different things, on the theory that… Continue Reading →

Six months after surgery, my sense of smell continues to come back in fits and starts.  I’ll go through a day or three of quasi-anosmia, especially with perfume, and then suddenly – the scent is back, or at least most… Continue Reading →